Page 66 of Backfire
Wait… what?
“No!” I shrieked, finally able to tear my eyes away. “All I want to do is get a drink of water.”
It was a simple need. Get a drink before falling into a nice dreamless sleep, where no assholes accosted me or each other. Was that too much to ask?
Reese’s brow lifted. “Isn’t there a cup in your bathroom?”
Well, shit, why didn’t I think of that?
“I wanted to stretch my legs.” In hindsight, that probably wasn’t the best excuse to come up with.
Mischief sparked across Reese’s face. “We could stretch your legs.”
Devlin’s echoing roar boomed out before I could respond.
“Enough!” He grabbed Reese’s arm and yanked it out of his jeans. “It’s not going to happen.”
The look Reese shot him made me take a step back. Normally, he was a pretty upbeat guy. I’d seen my teacher pissed a few times—for some reason he had something against Scotty Dalton—but the darkness that shadowed his face sent a chill up my spine.
“We’ll see about that.” Reese snarled, then disappeared into Devlin’s room.
The next thing I knew, the door was slammed in my face. Not that it mattered any. At this point, I might worry if Devlin left a room without slamming something. The voice that suddenly spoke from behind me, however… That made me jump.
“It won’t be long now.”
Fucking Wyatt.
I slapped my hand against my thundering heart and spun around to glare at him. “Are you spying on me?”
“Not you, per se… more like the situation,” he said, twirling his hand through the air.
“What situation?”
“Come on, you’re not that dumb.” He gave a deadpan look. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I honestly had no clue. This was Wyatt. The same man who described a porno like it was a blockbuster action flick. That did take some talent, though. Never thought I’d be pumped to watch a movie calledArma-get-it-on.
“You have to see what’s happening here.”
Sighing, I crossed my arms. “Why don’t you enlighten me?”
Wyatt’s forehead furrowed as his brows pulled together. “You really don’t see it?”
“See what!?” Did everyone in this house major in frustration?
“You and my brother,” he explained.
“What about it?”
Unless he was taking bets on which one of us would kill the other first, I didn’t see his point.
“Well, Devlin hates you.”
Obviously.
“And I doubt you think too highly of him.”
Duh.
