Kalen’s eyebrows lift.
“Looks like he left in a hurry,” I continue. “Livy and I were here late into the early morning. Awake for most of it. We didn’t hear a damn thing.”
Kalen throws his head back.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters and drags a hand down his face. “What the fuck is happening now?” It’s rhetorical, but I get it. It’s been one thing after another.
“No chance it was two people stalking Livy, right?” Juniper says, and I want to say no. All signs point to Nathan being behind everything that happened.
I don’t get to articulate that because a figure appears in the doorway.
Jeremy Bennett, the infamous number nine.
He looks like he hasn’t slept much. His hair is completely wrecked, his shirt is wrinkled, and there’s dirt on the knees and shins of his jeans like he’s been outside.
But despite all of that, he’s grinning. It’s a huge, ridiculous smile stretched across his face. He stands there in the doorway like he didn’t just walk into the middle of a crime scene.
Kalen doesn’t give Jeremy much time to process it because he’s already barking at him, “Where the fuck have you been?”
Jeremy looks over at him like the question caught him off guard. “What?”
“The door was open,” Kalen snaps, gesturing behind him toward the entryway. “And your room looks like a fucking tornado went through it.”
Jeremy glances down the hallway, then back at us.
“Oh.”
The word comes out slowly.
Then he shrugs.
“Yeah,” he says casually. “We had a break-in, and I think I forgot to pull the door shut when I was leaving.”
“No shit,” I say, my voice flat. “Who was it and where the hell did you go?”
Jeremy drags a hand through his hair like he’s trying to decide how much of the story he wants to tell us, and I just don’t have the patience for him right now.
“You know that girl Soph who works at the pub?” he says finally. “Really pretty black hair, wears it in two braids? Fine ass figure, I mean she–”
“You think she’s fucking pretty, we get it, Jeremy. Did she bring rabid dinosaurs in here last night? Because that’s the only thing that would make any of your babblings have a point at the end.”
“Anyway,” Jeremy continues. “I’d never seen her before last night. I guess because I’m always hiding out when we go there. Fuck, she’s something. Absolutely stunning. I couldn’t stop watching her.” His eyeballs are literal fucking hearts. If I thought Jeremy was annoying when he didn’t want a girlfriend, that’s nothing compared to what we’re dealing with now. He can’t keep a coherent sentence without circling back to how much he likes this girl he saw one time.
I frown at my own thoughts because I don’t have any room to talk in that department.
But that was different. Livy is my soulmate, this Soph girl is some random girl.
Jeremy’s gaze flicks between all of us like he’s trying to make sure that we’re listening to what he’s saying.
“Her sister was the one Livy found down by the water, and she thought it might’ve been one of us guys that did it.” Jeremy grimaces. “She’s really worried about catching whoever did it.”
Kalen huffs and says, “We’ve got a lot to catch you up on, but long story short, it was Nathan. He also tried to kill Livy and might be her brother.”
Jeremy pulls a face like he thinks Kalen is pulling his leg.
I stare at him, but Kalen is the one who speaks, “Who the fuck broke in here?”
“I told you. Soph,” he says her name like a giddy schoolboy. “She was so cute, trying to tiptoe around and not wake anyone up.”
