Was he talking to that man again? The hairs rose along my body. I didn’t know why, but he gave me bad vibes, even though I’d never met or spoken to the guy.
Screw it. The door wasn’t shut, so I peeked my head in.
“Hey, Saffron,” I called.
He sat in bed with his knees tucked against his chest and the phone clutched tightly in his hands. He’d obviously been grinning and laughing before I came in.
“Oh, hey,” he replied.
I heard an unfamiliar muffled voice say, “Who’s that?”
My blood ran cold. Were he and that guy video calling on speaker?
“That’s just my brother,” Saffron said to the phone.
My lip curled.Justhis brother? I was his twin, thank you very fucking much.
“Is that right?” The man sounded intrigued. “Well, come on, let’s see him.”
Ugh, why did every word out of that guy’s mouth piss me off?
Saffron seemed hesitant to introduce us. “I mean, we’re identical, so imagine me twice.”
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that,” the man teased. “I want to see both of you.”
My skin crawled. He sounded like a damn creep.
I cleared my throat loudly. “Anyway, Saffron, are you gonna ask me where I’ve been?”
That got his attention. He furrowed his brow. “Yeah. Wherehaveyou been? I figured you’d run straight back here after the challenge.”
My satisfaction died, because now I actually had to tell him where I’d been and what I’d been doing.
I tried to play it cool. I leaned against the wall with a nonchalant shrug. “I was with Mylo.”
Saffron’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “Mylo? The ferret?”
“That’s the one.”
He eyed me for a moment longer. I got the feeling he was pulled in two different directions—wanting to grill me for more info, or continue talking to his creepy phone guy.
But I knew Saffron, and the allure of gossip won out.
He flashed the guy on the phone a sympathetic smile. “Can I call you back later?”
“Aw, really? But we just started talking. And I haven’t even seen your twin yet.”
And you never will, douchebag.
The guy on the phone kept talking. “C’mon, Saffy, baby. Let me see you two together. Please?”
I nearly bit my tongue clean off. Saffy? Who the fuck did this guy think he was giving my brother nicknames?
“Okay, fine,” Saffron conceded. He did a hand-waving gesture to summon me closer.
I stood there for a second, fuming. Seeing the man on the video was the last thing I wanted to do, but if it would get Saffron off the phone, I’d suck it up and deal.
I trudged into view of the screen with a scowl. The man on the other end was nothing special. He was a thin white guy with stubble and light hair. Big whoop. He was nowhere near as cute or sexy as Mylo.
