Page 83 of Fluke
My face falls. I whip my gaze to my brother.
Banks holds a finger in the air and takes a step back. “Don’t assume it was me.”
“Of course, it was you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Banks.” I hold out my hands in frustration. “What in the ever-lovingfuckare you thinking? You’re wasting the police’s time because I didn’t answer the door?”
He frowns. “So you were ignoring me?”
I jam my finger at him. If a cop weren’t standing ten feet away from me, I’d probably knock Banks out. “You crossed a line tonight.”
Skylar grips the cords on his chest and rocks back on his heels, watching the show.
“Me?” Banks asks incredulously. “If you were in there dead, you’d be changing your tune.”
“I’m not dead. I’m alive. I’m fine. I’m ready to kick your fucking ass.” I turn to Skylar. “I’m really sorry. My brother is a fool.”
“A fool?”Banks gasps. “You do realize that no one else in this family cared about you tonight, right? Where’s Moss? Where’s Mad—off with his little wife?” He rolls his eyes. “Where’s Foxx? They. Aren’t. Here.But I am.”
I don’t know what it is about Banks, but somehow, someway—even during his shenanigans—it’s hard to be mad at him.Sometimes.
“Again, Skylar, I’m sorry about this. I don’t know what else to say.”
Skylar’s face is blank.
Shit.
“What were you doing in there that was so important that you couldn’t answer the door?” Banks asks.
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“Pippa isn’t here. So what? I just get written off now? I’m a nobody?”
I sigh. “Banks, I have to get packed. I can’t do this with you and that—this—is why I didn’t answer the door.”
He lifts a brow. “Packing? For what?”
“Pip and I are going out of town in the morning.”
“On a work day?”
“What are you, my father?”
Skylar tries not to smile.
Banks blows out a breath angrily. “So that’s it, then. You’re going to leave me too.”
“I don’t …” I shake my head. “This doesn’t even make any sense.”
He adjusts the box in his hands.
“What’s in that?” I ask.
He peers inside the container. “My high school wrestling trophies from my bedroom at Mom’s.”
Huh? “And why do you have them in a box?”
