Chapter Five

Miles’ questions hangs in the air. Despite the long time that we have known each other, I still think that not getting along with his brother could be a deal breaker.

I send a quick glance at his brother, and so does he before he shifts his gaze to the back of the head of Miles. “Yeah, peachy.”

There is a silent moment and he looks over at me for a quick second before turning his eyes back to the road. “Are you okay, you are awfully quiet,” he comments.

Realizing that this is the first time that I lie to him. I clear my throat. “Yeah, just tired.”

My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything since this afternoon. “Sorry babe, I almost forgot.”

“It’s okay, I will wait.”

“That’s a whole forty minutes before we get home,” he informs after briefly looking at his wrist watch. “Fast food will do.”

Wait? What? Why are we stopping at his mum so that we can drop off his douche of a brother?

“Hey, are we stopping at your mum’s?” I ask, trying to hide the hope in my voice for a positive answer.

“Uh, about that… Nolan is spending the night then we can get rid of him tomorrow first thing. Okay?” he says jokingly, most probably to ease the tension since he just dropped the bomb shell last minute, something that he clearly knows I hate.

Nolan? So that’s the name of his douche bag of a brother?

“I’m right here, you know moron,” Nolan interjects.

I look at my phone and it’s almost midnight. I will spend the night sleeping and he will be gone before I even know it. Ignoring his remark, I turn to my loving boyfriend. “Okay.”

He must be relieved because he picks up my hand and raises my knuckles to his lips. I blush. I’m once again grateful that it’s night-time, that way he doesn’t see the gigantic pink tainting my cheeks.

Who blushes over some kiss like a six-year-old? Me, apparently.

“Oh, please. Could you guys please wait until you are in your house?” Nolan’s annoyingly says.

We once again ignore him. “So, what would you like to eat, babe?” Miles ask.

I give him my order, Nolan does the same, and thirty minutes later we are stuffed and back on the road ready to head back home.

“So, do we know what we are going with tomorrow?” Nolan randomly asks.

This time though Miles doesn’t ignore him and he sighs as if he would rather chew metal than reply to his question. “You arrived from Kansas around midnight, you were too tired and it was late, we invited you to sleep the night off.”

We? Did he say we?

Miles sends me an apologetic look and to ease his worry I just nod, letting him know that it’s okay.  His voice turns stern. “This is the last time I’m doing this for you.”

Nolan doesn’t say anything and the rest of the drive to our home is silent.

Forty minutes later, we are at our place. I’m cleaning the table since we won’t be eating it tonight. I take everything back in the kitchen and put in the containers and then in the fridge.

I notice that the fridge is a bit disorganized and so I decide to organize it a bit before going to bed. Miles is in the shower and Nolan is in the guest room.

I must have been too engrossed in tidying up the inside of my fridge to notice that there was someone standing behind me.

I turn only to come face to face with a pair of electric-blue eyes. Nolan.

I hate how close he is to my back. Deciding to finish up tomorrow, I quickly close the door of the fridge before heading towards the counters and I start wiping it down. A habit.

“What are you doing here,” I don’t even bother hiding my annoyance.

“I came to apologize. I think we got off the wrong foot,” he says as he starts to close the sistance that I have put between us.

“You can apologize from where you are,” I say as I move on to the sink.

Nolan wraps his arms against his chest. Amusement dancing his in his eyes.

“What? Are you afraid that you will fall for me?” He teases.

“Yeah, can’t you tell by the way I’m terrified of catching whatever you caught at the police station? By the way, is it true that in the cells there are rats?” I ask, just so he could get annoyed and hopefully leave me alone.

The amusement from before disappears and is replaced with annoyance. “You do know that being in police custody isn’t the same as doing jail time?”

I shrug my shoulders, not caring. “I wouldn’t know. No good citizen ever knows, I guess. It's the kind of thing tha t you learn through experience.”

He takes a step forward and my heart jumps. What is he going to do?

“I. Am. Not. A. Criminal.” He grinds, putting emphasis on each word.

There’s anger in his eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t push him. Who knows what he could do?

He takes a few, slow steps like a lion when hunting. I always knew that my mouth would get me in trouble but I never expected it to get me killed.

Miles wouldn’t let a murderer stay at our house for the night. Even if the said murderer is his brother, right?

He continues until he is only a few inches from my face.

A part of me screams kick him in the jewels, the other one tells me that there’s a chance it might not work and that I should run for the hills.

Before I could decide anything I hear, “What the hell is going on here?”

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