“Big word for you, brother. Did you read a dictionary on the plane?”
“Asshole,” he mutters. “What happened with the chick?”
“The woman,” I correct him, trying my best to keep the snarl out of my voice. “Saw her the other night.”
“And?”
“Had dinner and fixed her dishwasher.”
“Dishwasher?”
“Yeah, you know,” I say, twirling my fingers in the air, being a sarcastic prick, “it washes dishes, and most people, unlike you, have one in their kitchen.”
“You seeing her again?”
“Yep.”
“When?”
I shrug, refusing to give him any details. My private life is just that…private. I would tell a stranger before I told Liam anything, especially about a woman I am seeing.
“She finish the work here?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s an unorganized shithole.”
“You sleep with her yet?”
My jaw tightens as I stare at my brother, wishing he’d turn around and get right back on another plane. “Why?”
He chuckles and waves a hand at me. “You did.”
“None of your business.”
“I’d bet money you got laid recently. You’re way too cheerful today. Not like your usual moody self.”
I give him the middle finger and go back to staring at my computer screen instead of his smug face.
A police cruiser pulls up outside the open bay, and my brother’s face drains of all its color.
“Shit,” he whispers as his posture stiffens. “What the hell do they want?”
“You already broke the law? You’ve been back less than twenty-four hours.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve been good lately.”
Lately is the operative word. There’s a list a mile long of shit Liam’s done in his life that could make this visit possible.
Two officers climb out, one male and one female.Their eyes roam their surroundings, taking in every possible threat.
“Good morning, officers,” I say, not bothering to get up from my desk. “What can we help you with?”
The female tips her head in my direction, but there’s no smile on her face. “We’re looking for Oliver Winston.”
My stomach plummets like I’ve been hurled down the tallest roller coaster hill.
