“Bast doesn’t know portion control,” I laugh, “So of course there’s plenty.”
My brother rolls his eyes, “You want some or not?”
“Yes please,” I kiss his cheek and then Willow’s before I stroke my finger down Hope’s soft cheek. So perfect, a mixture of both Bast and Willow.
“Everything okay?” Willow asks as we both take a seat at the oversized table, and I reach for the brewed coffee in the pot.
“Fine,” I lie, “Why?”
“You’re here at eight thirty on a Saturday,” She points out.
“Just wanted to see my favorite people,” I say as Bast brings the plates of food to the table, “We all went out last night and I missed you two. I know you’ve got a baby now but it’s not the same without you there.”
Willow drops her bottom lip, “We can do it soon,” She promises, “So, anything happen?”
I feel my cheeks heat, staining with color and where my brother is oblivious, Willow’s eyes widen. But then she knows I have a crush on Killian, I told her a few months back after Killian pulled me off a table at the same club I danced with him at last night. Though that first experience and the most recent are exponentially different.
I subtly shake my head and stab my fork into a piece of bacon, shoving the whole slice into my mouth to cover my tracks, only I start to choke.
Coughing, I reach for my water, trying to chase down the food so I don’t actually die.
“Jeez, Savvy,” Sebastian frowns, “The food isn’t going anywhere. Youcantake your time.”
He plucks Hope from Willow now that she’s finished feeding and without words, orders Willow to eat herbreakfast while he burps the baby and keeps her settled.
“It’s just so good,” I tell him, “You know I love your cooking.”
Willow hides her laughter behind a forkful of eggs, quirking one dark red brow my way. We finish the rest of breakfast without incident, thank god, and I have cuddles with my niece which puts me in a much better mood.
Killian hasn’t replied and I’ve text him several times since I’ve been at Bast’s house. A little much, probably, but this man followed me to work for three days straight so I’m not entirely sure boundaries exist between us.
Which actually gives me an idea.
He gets to turn up at my house whenever he likes, if my brother requests it, he’ll do it. He doesn’t get to just disappear off the face of the earth.
If he won’t accept my calls and texts, then he’s just going to have to deal with me personally.
When Hope goes down for a nap, I say my quick goodbyes to my brother and Willow and then head out to my car. The sky has since blackened, the clouds thick with storms forecasted to hit us soon but it’s still dry, so I hit the gas the moment I’m back on the road and gun it back toward the city.
I know where he lives, I have the code for his house. This isn’t fucking over and I’mgoingto find out what I did to make him hateme so much.
It doesn’t take me too long to get back but when I finally reach the city, the heavens open, unleashing a downpour of rain while lightening streaks across the sky. I’m not a fan of driving in the rain, one bad accident back in college put me off but it’s okay, I can just drive slow, and Killian’s place is only around the corner.
My wipers are whipping back and forth, trying to clear the water as I pull up to the street outside Killian’s condo and put my car in park before I jump out and dart up the path, finding shelter at the door where I punch in the code and let myself in.
I’m greeted by nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the windows. Killian’s place is clean, modern with sleek furnishing and minimal décor but it suits him, even if it is a little cold. I head to his kitchen first, searching for any sign of him but all I find is a coffee cup, still half full with warm coffee and no sign of the man himself so I go to his large living room where music plays quietly from speakers beneath his large TV.
There is every sign that he is home, but the man himself seems to be missing.
My shoes tap against the hard wood floor of the hall, and I press my hand on one of the handles, going to push the door open when a hand covers my mouth, and my spine hits his hard, warm chest.
I gasp against his hand, startled by his sudden presence. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me at all, not even a breath.
“The fuck are you doing here, Tiny Dancer?” He growls low in my ear, his hand covering my mouth.
My throat works on a swallow as he slowly moves us back down the hall, walking us backwards and further from the rooms.
He finally releases me when we are back in the kitchen and I spin around, whipping my eyes to him only to find him in a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips and nothing else.
