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Nova runs down the stairs, his eyes bright with mischief and his mouth curved in a wide grin. “Forgot something.”
“Your fucking shirt?” Silas deadpans.
He bends down and scoops up a floral-printed duffle bag, tossing the straps over his shoulder. “Hey you don't mind if we use your shower, right?” He totally ignores his brother.
“We?” I arch a brow, my muscles tensing.
“I think she'd feel better if she could wash off everything that happened yesterday. Don't you?” He sends me a pointed look.
“Of course. I told her to make herself at home, and I meant it.”
He grins and walks backward toward the staircase. “I knew you wouldn't mind.”
“Oh, and Nova?” I call out, stopping him at the bottom of the staircase. “If you fuck my girl in my shower, I'm going to pay you back tenfold. And I might kick your ass just for the fuck of it too.”
He tips his head back and laughs as he jogs up the steps. “Fucking worth it, bro.”
10
EVANGELINE
I haven't movedfrom the spot Nova left me in. I thought Silas was bad with his swift changes in mood, but now I'm starting to wonder if it's a familial trait. A few minutes ago, his gaze was heated like he was imagining all the things he wanted to do to me.
And then it's gone at the drop of a hat, and he's dashing out of the room.
I was practically naked for goodness' sake. And the man barely kissed me.
Am I wrong for feeling a little miffed by that?
I mean, I guess it would've been weird if we started fooling around right now. The circumstances are messy at best. But still. I expected him to at least attempt to make a move. It makes me think there's something else happening.
Actually, the longer I stand here, waiting for him to grab whatever he just had to get at that moment, the more the confusion and anger rise. They swell together, folding into one another until I've convinced myself that I have no idea what actually happened.
Nova bounds into the room, a noticeable pep in his step and his trademark smile on his face.
I scowl and point my finger at his distractingly handsome face. “Put your dimples away, Nova. I think I'm mad at you.”
He halts a foot inside the doorway and splays his palm on his chest. His inkless fingers are a sharp contrast to the colorful pieces covering most of his chest. “Me? But I come bearing gifts.” He lifts his free arm up, a black familiar floral duffel bag hanging from his fingers.
“Is that my bag?”
He steps into the room, nudging the door closed with the back of his boot. “Sure is, sweetheart. I swung by your place this morning to grab you a few things.”
My heart squeezes inside my chest, it's a pleasurable sort of pain. I feel my entire body exhale and settle. “Oh. Well, that was nice of you.”
His dimples taunt me as he tilts his head to the side. “So, you're not mad then?”
“I'm not really mad. I'm just . . . confused.”
He nods as he heads for the en suite bathroom, asking over his shoulder, “I can understand that. Did Bane tell you we need to have a little debriefing this morning?”
“Oh, sure. With the cops, right?” I murmur, following him into the small room. It's painted in shades of cream, and like the living room, it doesn't feel like Bane at all.
He drops my bag on the yellow shag rug in front of the sink and leans his ass against the counter to face me. “Not exactly. But I figured you'd want to freshen up or whatever. And while I love you in my clothes—”
I snort and pluck the fabric between my thumb and index finger. “Exhibit A.”
He chuckles. “Exactly. But I thought you might want to have something familiar while we walk through what happened.” He lifts his shoulders and drops them slowly, the barest hint of pink coloring the apples of his cheeks.
