Page 61 of Corrado

It was only once Corrado stepped out of the shower, dried off, redressed, and exited from the bathroom that he realized, no … he wasn’t alone anymore.

Chris leaned in the doorway. He passed his twin a look, but when Chris didn’t say anything, Corrado chose not to offer an explanation for his silence or tenseness, either. It was just easier that way. Life was always easier when he kept his problems to himself.

Besides, Chris had his own shit he was trying to deal with, but Corrado couldn’t relate. He wanted to be here—even if he was struggling right now for reasons that he didn’t want to face—but Chris didn’t want to be there at all.

Not anymore.

You know, ignoring the fact Chris wasn’t really saying that. Corrado didn’t need his twin to say it for him to know it was true.

“You okay?” Chris finally asked.

Corrado let out an annoyed snarl under his breath. “What’s it fucking look like to you?”

“Like you got a bad attitude.”

“Yeah.”

“And nobody fucking likes it.”

Corrado turned around to offer his twin a sardonic smile. “Then, feel free to leave, Chris. The door is right there, and look … it’s already opened for you.”

Chris raised a brow.

He didn’t change his stance, or attitude.

In fact, Corrado waved at the door and added, “Go on.”

“Les has been gone about a week, huh?”

Corrado’s jaw tensed. “What about it?”

“Don’t you find it funny how a couple months ago, you could barely stand to look at him … and now lately, it seems like you become fucking impossible to deal with when he’s not around?”

“No, I don’t find that funny at all.”

Truly.

He didn’t.

Annoying.

Strange as fuck.

Not funny, though.

“Hmm.”

“Get out,” Corrado uttered.

Chris shrugged. “I’m just saying, you’re in a mood lately. You should probably get that figured out, Corrado.”

“Nobody asked you.”

“And yet, I still told you.”

Fuck that noise, too.

His bad mood didn’t go away.