“Self-help book indeed,” I swallow hard. Handing the tablet back to him. “I didn’t know you liked reading.”I don’t know anything about you.
Dean’s jaw clenches as he stares at the cover. “I like a lot.”
“Bet talking isn’t included in that,” I joke then let silence take over before asking, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here, Mr. Vuk?”
“It didn’t seem like the right time.”
“And showing up without a warning did?” I raise my brows. Lottie notes the difference in tension, one back and forth between us, she deems us boring and wobbles away to eat a plant.
The muscles in his thigh constrict.
Emotional tension barges through us, but he doesn’t make an effort to answer or at the very least explain himself.
You have to agree that it doesn’t make sense.
“Do Azar and Callahan know that you’re here?” I push another question. “If you had good intentions of being here, wouldn’t you tell your family?”
“Mr. Vuk to me but Azar and Callahan to them?” A sardonic chuckle spills from his lips. He gets up, taking the warmth with him. “Didn’t know you did equality like that, Miss Rivera.”
He turns his back to face me.
I roll my lips back, sucking in an agitated breath. “You’re avoiding my questions.”
“I’m avoiding answering what doesn’t matter,” his back muscles pull against each breath.
“Did you follow me here, Mr. Vuk? For protection? So I don’tmessup your reputation?”
“Why the sticky note?” He asks instead.
I hide back an exhausted groan. Not a single question answered.
Since he isn’t going to look at me…
I stand up and round his body to face him. “Because I hated how everyone looked at you and I hated what I said at the anniversary party to you and Callahan. If I’d known?—”
“You wouldn’t have been honest,” he resigns. “Why areyouhere, Miss Rivera?”
I shouldn’t have said it, but he refuses to answer my questions, so I answer hiswith a lie.
“To find love,Mr. Vuk.”
“Here you go,” I place the omelette in front of Rhys.
After our argument? Fight? Conversation? Whatever happened outside, Dean muttered he was going to drop Lottie off and I stomped inside.
Doesn’t answer questions. Doesn’ttryto make things better.
Dean Vuk is pissing me off to a level that doesn’t exist.
When I went downstairs to make everyone breakfast, food on the stove was being cooked, and I wanted to scream.
According to my quick message with Azar, no one knows Dean is here.
Hello from the north pole. What does your ogre brother eat for breakfast?
Azar
Hello from the south pole (we need to study geometry again). The ogre brother must be Dean and he drinks green smoothies for breakfast.