“Sure.” Luke chuckles harder this time.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, Buttercup.” He shakes his head, smiling. “You’re just adorable is all.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Babe, you either need to get your ass moving or I’m taking you back to the bed you’re standing too damn close to. You’re baiting me.”
“Baiting you? I’m just standing here.”
“Looking adorable,” he says, like that should make me understand.
“You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, we’ve established that. Days ago.” He gives my ass a small smack. I let out a pretend annoyed huff and head into the bathroom. I need to at least look like I didn’t have sex last night or really early this morning.
I quickly finish getting ready. It takes Luke half a second. Men.
We find Grant and Georgia in the kitchen, both looking like they slept even less than we did. I spot Bennett’s car in the driveway now through the kitchen window. He’s home!
“Where is he?” I ask. When we’d come out of the bedroom, we saw that Bennett’s door was open, but he hadn’t been inside.
“Probably his office,” Grant says, gesturing toward the hallway.
Luke takes my hand. “Stay here. Let me talk to him first.” He gives it a small squeeze, but I’m already shaking my head. No way he’s going without me. As a matter of fact, without all of us.
“No.” I pull him back. “This involves all of us now. We all go,” I push. He’s not the only one that can demand things.
He hesitates. “I can maybe get you because he’s hooking up with your sister.”
“Luke.” Now I’m the one growling. He better not call what we’re doing hooking up. Who am I kidding? He’d probably kick his own ass.
He keeps going. “But he’s not going to want to be telling random students shit.” I get that.
“Fill us in,” Georgia says.
We walk down the hallway together and stop outside a closed door.
“Normally he keeps it open,” Luke says, knocking. “Bennett? We need to talk.”
“Come in,” he calls back.
Bennett’s office is exactly what I’d expect—dark wood, leather chairs, walls lined with books. He looks up from his desk.
“Morning,” he says, his eyes going from me to Luke and softening a fraction. Luke might have lingering resentment toward his brother, but Bennett loves Luke. I can see that clear as day. They didn’t have a lot of love growing up. I bet that makes it hard to express it later on in life. Even though these circumstances aren’t ideal, I’m thankful that they’ve at least brought these two a smidge closer.
“Morning,” I say back a tad too quickly. I’m way too eager, but I have a lead! See, this is why they say you should sleep on it.
“The girl,” I say, stepping forward. “Twenty years ago. The one who died. Who was she?”
“What?” He gives me a perplexed expression.
“Yesterday, when you and the police were trying to warn us about Grant.”
“Oh.” His brows rise in realization. “Yeah, I don’t know. I didn’t ask. I wouldn’t likely know the person, and this is the police’s responsibility,” he reminds us, but I’ll be forgetting it the second I leave this office.
“Damn,” I mutter. I’m not giving up, but I want it to appear that way. I’ve already got Luke hovering. I don’t need Bennett, and likely my sister too.
“Go be teens and leave this to the authorities.”
“Right.” I nod in agreement, lying.
