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Ihad no reason to worry about anything. Sean backed away the moment I had told him to. So what if we were going to live in the same house. It’s not as if we were sharing a bed, or even a room. Besides, it wasn’t him. It was me. I was the problem.
And now I was going to live with Sean in this house. The house with a giant metal gate and cameras. It looked like a fortress with the tiniest driveway.
“Nice security system,” I said.
“Thanks. I installed it myself.” He pointed at the keypad, then fired off numbers for the code, as if I would remember them. "If you dial the wrong number and hit away, all the cameras will turn on and the signal will go to my security company that there might be an intruder with you. I don't keep cameras on otherwise."
“Can you text me all that?” I asked.
“Sure.” He pulled out his phone and sent me two codes, one for the gate and one for the front door, then a note about the extra feature for intruders.
“Just a fair warning, my brother, Glen, can be a little distant. It’s hard to get more than a couple of words out of him,” Sean said.
“Are you worried I won’t be able to get kompromat on him?” I tried to joke, but the idea of being trapped in the house with an intruder kept hammering at me.
“I don’t know about that. He’s a teenager, so you can probably get plenty from looking at his social media.” Sean picked up the heaviest box filled with books and carried it into my new bedroom upstairs.
As I followed him, dragging my luggage bag behind me, I braced for impact. Teenagers, especially the ones whose parents lost parental rights, could be a handful until they learned to deal with all the trauma.
Sean knocked on Glen's door, but there was no sign of life. Oh well. I'd probably meet him later on.
“How long ago did your mom die?” I asked.
“Almost three months.”
Yeah, the kid probably needed some space before letting me into his life. With any luck, he would learn to see me as more of a sister than someone trying to replace his mother.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Sean pointed at the overstuffed couch in the living room. “I’ll get all of your furniture in, then we can start unpacking everything.”
As he walked out the door, he pulled out his phone and started typing something. If he was anything like me, then he was texting Glen to find out where he had gone.
A minute later, Sean returned huffing and puffing with my dresser. It wasn’t anything heavy, just bulky and awkward to grab. That was the only reason I left it for Sean to carry it. It had nothing to do with the way his muscles bulged as he tried to wrestle it up the stairs.
I might be messed up beyond repair, but I could appreciate a nice set of shoulders. And a nice ass. And pecs.
Within an hour, all of my furniture was in my new room, looking sad. My apartment would’ve fit four times over into this place, so the bedroom looked bare. I didn’t need anything else, though.
As Sean helped me arrange the books, his phone chimed with a text message. He read it, then typed his answer and said, “It’s Glen. I told him today about this dojo my friend is opening, so he went to sign up for it. Until now, he was only going to this crazy expensive private school, so I was worried he wouldn’t be able to find any friends who are more, you know, normal.”
“Wealthy people aren’t normal?” I asked.
He shrugged. “‘Do you know who my dad is’ types are annoying.”
“Welcome to New York.”
“Yeah, I’m still not used to it.” He slapped his sighs. “Want some coffee?”
“I’ll take tea.”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“You don’t have tea,” I guessed.
“I have juice. Will that work?”
That depended on the type of juice. I wasn't holding my breath for the good stuff. “Coffee works.”
