Page 194 of Forever Relentless

Gaby had taken my resignation as I expected — badly. I really did need to leave campus in case she saw me. But . . . I didn’t want to leave yet.

“You’re really not going to talk to him?”

I looked up at my brother, who was leaning against my door. “Why should I?”

He snorted and headed to my bed. He lay down on the covers. “Why didn’t I get the bed?”

“Because it’s my bed.”

He grunted, and I refused to have the pointless discussion about sleeping in my bed in my own home, while he was on my bed getting comfortable.

“Are you staying for him?” Mason asked casually.

“No.”

“Lie.”

I met his stare. “I need to work; there is no work for me here.”

He agreed. He didn’t say it, but he didn’t need to.

“He’s a nice enough guy.” Mason folded his hands behind his head. “Got a good sense of humor.”

I narrowed my gaze on my brother. “You gave me shit for sleeping with him.”

“Yeah, but,” he waved his hand in the air, “I can see you both like each other. More than, you know, just fucking each other.” He patted the bed for emphasis.

“We agreed not to talk about my sex life.”

Mason blew a raspberry. He sat up. “You and him, you’re in a relationship. Right?”

“No. We had a one-night stand, nothing more.”

My brother gave me a look. “C’mon, Bri, don’t bullshit me. He put his neck on the line for you. I think we’re both safe to assume you had more than one night.”

“And?”

“You can come home. You should already be there. Away from here, no matter how much you tell me your rent’s paid up to no one cares when. And you’re still here.”

“And?”

“You’re waiting. What are you waiting for?” He lay back down. “I like it here. Next time I get the bed.”

“Remember I had sex with Noah in that bed. I think he used that pillow under my ass at one point.”

The speed at which my brother got off the bed was funny. I laughed before I could stop myself.

“You’re an evil bitch,” he yelled, heading back into the living room.

I followed a moment later when I heard him making coffee.

Mason gave me a sullen glare. “I know something you don’t know,” he said. “And I don’t know if you should know.”

I stared at him. “About what?” I took a step forward. “Noah?”

Mason watched the coffee filter through. “I don’t know if he’ll remember he told me.”

“Mason? Tell me.”