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“Trev?” I give a light tap of my knuckles against his door.
“Yeah?”
I open the door to his room and see him on his bed, earbuds hanging from his ears with his laptop resting on the mattress in front of him. “You know you have a perfectly good desk in the corner to do homework on.” When I look towards the desk, I see that it’s piled high with what looks like clean clothes.
He looks up from his computer. “I know but doing it on here doesn’t make it feel like I’m doing homework.”
I take a step into the room, clicking the door behind me. I grab the chair from the desk, swinging it around because I drop myself onto the wooden surface. “Are you sure that’s the reason or is it because you’ve turned your desk into a clothes storage?”
“I don’t have time to put them away.”
I drape my arms over the back of the chair. “You need to make the time, Trevor.” He nods. “I want to talk to you.”
“Is that why you shut my door?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want your sister to hear.”
“Okay.”
“What do you know about your mom’s neighbor?”
“Is this about Liam bringing us home today?”
“No.”
He sits back against his headboard, stretching out his legs next to the laptop. “There isn’t much to know, I guess. He helped Mom with some boxes the day we moved her into the condo.”
My jaw ticks because that means she’s been friendly with him for months and she didn’t think to tell me.
“He’s a dad to one of her students.”
“Does he come over to the house a lot?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re jealous,” he states between snorts.
Great.
“I’m not jealous–”
“You’re totally jealous, old man.” He sighs as he wipes the tears from his eyes.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever, son.” I push myself up from the chair. “Get your clothes cleaned up, Trevor. Now,” I growl. I leave my son’s room, the sounds of him still snickering following me. Once I get into the kitchen, I pull my phone from my pocket and call Steve.
“You need to come over,” I tell him before he has the change to say hello. “I know Ruby’s not home because she’s out with Whit celebrating her birthday with the neighbor.”
“You know?”
Fucker knew about him and didn’t fucking tell me.“Yeah, I had the pleasure of meeting him today. I’m opening up the good stuff, so get your ass over here.”
I hang up before he can contest.
