I choked on the orange juice I was using to wash down my rage, and it sprayed from between my lips.
“I’m calling the realtor. Putting this place on the market,” Kieran muttered.
My voice was strained when I said, “What did you just say?”
He grimaced.
I rose from the bed. “Vaughn.”
“He’s an addict,” he said calmly.
It took a moment for the words to sink in. You know, Kieran wasn’t a hater, but he was sure acting like one. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I was wearing his pants, after all.
“State your case,” I offered.
Look at me. The Dalai Lama of fair-minded folk.
“Remember when I went over to Haz’s apartment the other day and found it trashed?” he said.
“Go on,” I invited.
“I went across the hall and beat on his neighbor’s door until he opened up.”
“The neighbor being Pip.”
Kieran’s dark brows pinched. “Why do you call him that?”
“Focus,” I chastised.
He sighed like he wasn’t the one dragging this out. “When he finally answered, he was all bleary-eyed and out of it. Said he was asleep.”
I pursed my lips. “Insufficient evidence.”
Kieran threw his hands up. “He said he was sleeping. In the middle of the damn day. He slept through the only other apartment on his floor getting completely trashed and didn’t wake up at all?” He shook his head. “When I said as much, he blubbered on about taking some pill.”
“What pill?” I questioned.
“I have no idea. He started crying. And he wasn’t wearing any pants.”
Excuse me. I just need a moment.
The fork dragged over the plate when I grabbed it. Then my teeth dragged along the metal, filling the room with a cringe-inducing grating. Once it was clean of maple syrup, I held it up to one eye and closed the other.
Kieran made a face like he was suddenly bored. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Picturing what it would be like in prison if I gouged out your eyes and made you eat them.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Kieran grumped. “Like you’d even go to jail.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. Men like us don’t get caught,” I shot back, then muttered, “And apparently, you can’t appreciate sarcasm.”
I threw the fork onto the floor, something that bothered Kieran way more than having his eyes carved out withsilverware, and I took the distraction as my opportunity to pounce.
We both went down with him breaking my fall. Really, it was the least he could do.
In seconds, he reacted, flipping us over so I was pinned beneath him. But I flipped us back, anchoring my good hand in his chest.
“You made him cry.”
