With my entire soul, I didn’t want to turn around, knowing how much it would hurt to lay eyes on him. I was so emotionally drained from the encounter at work, I couldn’t take another one. I’d splinter the rest of the way open and be stuck on my hands and knees, desperately scooping up the pieces.
But continuing to give him my back, where I couldn’t anticipate his movements, would be worse. I turned, meeting a pair of moss green eyes flecked with gold that had appeared in some of my happiest and worst memories.
I hadn’t set eyes on him in three years, and he looked the same, yet different. His hair was still a beautiful auburn hue, but he’d grown it out from the military cut he’d been required to have back then. It fell in soft waves above his ears, accentuating his eyes.
He’d thinned out, a pale, angular face staring back at me instead of the full, boyish cheeks he used to have. He’d never been what society would consider gorgeous, but there’d been something about him that had pulled me in all those years ago. That’d kept pulling me in, even when it should have pushed me away.
There was no pull left. Nothing but the chill of a tile floor and the throb of invisible bruises. “What are you doing here, Aaron?”
His smile twitched, becoming less relaxed. “You’re ignoring my calls.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, clenching the straps of my heels until my nails dug crescent moons into my palms. We were outside, in public. He wouldn’t touch me. “How do you know where I live?”
“Layla gave me your address, although the lack of numbers on the house did make it a little harder to confirm. I had to go through the mail to figure out which one you were in.”
Horror sliced through me. He said it with so much fucking pride, like it showed how devoted he was rather than psychotic. He was the one who’d gone through Garrett’s mail that day; he’d known where I was this entire time.
“You’re lying.”
“Maybe a little bit.” His grin kicked up again, and he moved forward. “She did give it to me, but I may or may not have misled her. She was more than happy to share when she thought I was your thoughtful brother trying to send a surprise gift to his nephew.”
The fucking bastard. Contacting Layla for my address was exactly something my brother would do to avoid a lengthy conversation with our mother. Aaron had always been sneaky; it was his specialty. A sly fox in a fluffy, sheep package.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated.
I wasn’t falling for his flirty looks and words. I had no desire to play whatever game this was, and he must’ve seen it on my face because his smile dropped away entirely. “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. I don’t want you here.”
“Why do you always have to be dramatic? I just want to talk. If you would have answered my phone calls, I wouldn’t have had to come find you.”
“There’s nothing you can say that I want to hear. Please leave.”
“I have a right to talk to you.” He closed more distance between us, stopping only a few feet away. Standing at five foot seven, he didn’t stand over me, but that made it almost worse. I’d never been given the freedom of having someone yell at me from a foot above me. No, he’d done it nose to nose.
He raised his arm—to hug me, grab me, who knew—and I flinched violently, my own arm coming up to cover my face. A sneer ruined his mouth as he dropped his proffered limb. “Don’t fucking do that, Mads, I hate when you do that.”
“I’m pretty sure she asked you to leave.”
Both our heads twisted in sync, looking toward the individual standing on the other side of the driveway.
Aaron’s head whipped back to me, fury darkening his features into something foul and all too familiar. “You want to explain who the fuck that is?”