Getting back up, I close the drawer and shove the card in my pocket.
“What are you doing?”
I freeze when I hear his voice. I look up and see Trystan standing at the door.
“I thought you left,” I say, my heart pounding.
“Dad and Braden did. I was up in my room.” He comes over to me. “Why are you in my dad’s office?”
“I was looking for something.”
He huffs. “That’s the best excuse you can come up with?”
“I was,” I say, defensively.
“I told you to never come in here.”
I have no response. What do I say —I’m sorry? That’s not going to make this better.
“Dad’s gonna kill you when he finds out you were searching through his desk.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Stop lying. I saw you.” He shoves me aside and moves behind the desk. “What’d you take?”
“Nothing! I’m leaving.” I walk away.
“If you tell me the truth, I’ll consider keeping this between us.”
I turn back. “You couldn’t do that just to be nice? Because we’re cousins?”
“Hell no. I don’t owe you any favors.”
Walking back to the desk, I open the top drawer. “I was putting his money back. I was going to order takeout last night and couldn’t find my debit card. I didn’t have any cash, so I borrowed some from your dad. I ended up not getting anything, so I put the money back.”
“How’d you know it was here?”
I pause. “I borrowed some before. When I bought my cellphone. Your dad knows. I told him. If you don’t believe me, just ask him.”
Trystan stares at me, like he’s trying to decide if I’m lying.
“That’s all I did,” I say. “I swear. I came in and put the money back. That’s it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell my dad you took it? He wouldn’t care if you took money to order food.”
“I didn’t want him finding out I lost my debit card. I thought he’d get mad. I think it’s in my room, but I don’t know where.”
“He wouldn’t care if you lost the card. He’d just cancel it and get a new one.”
“Okay, well, I didn’t know that.” I put my hand on my hip. “Are we done now?”
He keeps his eyes on me a moment, then walks past me to the door.
I follow him, then watch as he turns the button on the inside of the door handle that locks it when you close the door.
“Why does it have to be locked?” I ask. “It’s just a room with movie posters and awards.”
“And money.” His eyes go to mine. “Money my so-called cousin seems to be unable to keep her hands off.”
