Page 135 of Dream On, Liar

She frowned, her gaze flicking to Oliver then and they shared a silent conversation between them.

“Look, think about it. I’m not saying I want to move out ASAP, or at all. I think I should.”

“What if I—we—still want you here?” Raina asked softly.

“Then I’m here.” I replied instantly. “Although, I might still consider moving down a floor. But, think about it. OK?”

She laughed then, before nodding. “Okay, we’ll think about it.”

“Now, what’s that favour?”

“Maeve left her check-in bag in the boot. Can you drop it off at hers? Ollie was going to do it tonight, but if you’re already going…” She trailed off at my expression.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Why? Because you’re in love with her, and I’m offering you to make up whatever fight you two had?”

I blinked, startled. “What?”

“Oh, give it over. I know she lied about their being a leak in the room—which meant the “mystery” person you kept on looking over at in your stream, was really her.”

I frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The day we arrived? I was worried why she hadn’t shown up for Lunch or Dinner. So I’d gone to the receptionist in the hopes they’d do a welfare check. Then they told me about the mix up—and how she was in the room next to ours. Why do you think we never asked you to open the adjoining door?”

My jaw dropped. “If you knew, why did you berate me for days to tell you who it was!?”

“Because I’m your little sister. And, that’s what sisters do,” She replied, rolling her eyes. “Plus, you really weren’t subtle at all every time you sneaked a glance at her.”

I shook my head, rubbing a hand over my face. “Doesn’t matter. Not only does she not feel the same way—she also doesn’t ‘date’ cricketers. Plus, there’s a non-fraternisation policy in her contract or something.”

“The policy just means you have to sign a waiver that says you’re in a consensual relationship along with an NDA, that basically forbids you to mention what went wrong if you break up,” She waved a hand over like it was no big deal. “And take this from someone who also wasn’t a big fan of anything that reminded her of her father, she might change her mind.”

“We’ve gone out, basically twice. The first time ended up with me becoming a question mark in the international sports news. The second time, she called it a mistake. I’m not really looking for a third.”

“Your good luck is charm is four though.”

“And on that note, I’m going.”

“Okay, just do it as a favour for me. I promise to return the favour with your choice of treats when you come home.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Fine.”

“Love you!” She sang, moving into the kitchen, and just like that, Milo abandoned me, following her.

I sighed, turning my gaze to Oliver whose expression told one story.

I was the luckiest guy in the world.

It’s what he’d said to me the day he sat me down—separate from my brothers to explain his intentions towards her.

“You going to propose?” I finally asked, my voice just below a whisper.

His surprise gaze met mine before he gave me a nod, his grin bigger than it had ever been before.

“Should I shame you into guilt for not asking our permission?” I raised a brow. “Assuming you haven’t left me, and asked my brothers?”

“No offence,” He spoke just as softly. “But none of you have been protective enough of her to be worthy of giving me that permission. The one Patel I wanted the permission from, I already have: hers.”