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“What the hell’s going on here?” Sebastian’s father asked, ignoring Mikey’s wiggling attempts to break free.
“She attacked me out of nowhere,” Braxton said, shaking his head in wonder as though he was still trying to make sense of what just happened as he reached down and snatched his bag off the ground.
“I didn’t attack you out of nowhere. I proceeded to tackle you to the ground so that I could shove fistfuls of questionable snow down your throat until you broke and told me what I wanted to know,” Mikey said in a tone that told them that it should have been more than obvious what she was doing.
“And was there a reason why you turned to violence?” Sebastian’s father asked as he moved to place Mikey down on her feet next to Braxton, only to rethink that decision and placed her down next to Sebastian instead.
“Because he left me with no choice,” Mikey said with a glare locked on Braxton as she curled her tiny hands into fists.
“She’s insane,” Braxton said with a glare aimed right back at her.
“I’m pissed!” Mikey snapped. “There’s a difference!”
“What did he do to piss you off?” Sebastian’s father asked, not really sounding all that surprised that Mikey was trying to beat someone into submission.
“He’s hiding something,” Mikey bit out through chattering teeth, drawing his attention to the fact that she was only wearing a sweatshirt.
“You normally need more than that,” Sebastian pointed out as he dropped his bag on the ground and took off his jacket.
“I took exception,” Mikey bit out, keeping her glare locked on Braxton while Sebastian wrapped his jacket around her.
“Where’s your coat?” Sebastian’s father asked as they took in Braxton’s wrinkled shirt that was practically hanging off him.
Swallowing hard, Braxton said, “Someone stole it last week.”
“And he was walking home,” Mikey bit out accusingly as Sebastian’s father pulled his jacket off and handed it to Braxton, who reluctantly took it and pulled it on with a mumbled, “Thank you.”
His father considered him for a moment before he said, “Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride home.”
Braxton opened his mouth to argue only to end up closing it and nodded as he followed Sebastian’s father back to his pickup truck. With a muttered, “I’ll get my damn answers,” Mikey snatched her bag off the ground and followed Braxton to the truck with a determined look that had Sebastian biting back a sigh.
She really was a pain in the ass.
A few minutes later, Sebastian was sitting in the middle seat with Mikey on his lap, the heat turned all the way up, and she was still glaring at Braxton, most likely hoping to intimidate him into talking.
“Where’s your father?” Sebastian’s father asked, which was followed by Mikey narrowing her eyes as she waited for Braxton to answer.
“My father had a late meeting,” Braxton said, shifting uncomfortably next to them.
“And your mother?”
“Another fundraiser,” Braxton said, clearing his throat as they pulled onto a long driveway covered in pristine white snow.
Nodding absently, Sebastian’s father asked, “Are we going to see you at the Christmas party?”
“Probably not,” Braxton mumbled as Sebastian took in the old footprints cutting up and down the side of the driveway leading to the front steps of the huge mansion before them.
“That’s too bad,” his father murmured absently as he pulled to a stop in front of the mansion. When Braxton moved to take his coat off, Sebastian’s father said, “Keep it.”
Swallowing hard, Braxton said, “Thanks for the ride, Mr. Bradford,” as he opened the truck door and climbed out.
Sebastian glanced at his father to find him watching Braxton take his keys out of his bag as he made his way up the steps that hadn’t been shoveled and let himself inside. For a moment, his father didn’t say anything as they sat there, staring at the front door that Braxton walked through a moment ago and-
“He’s definitely hiding something.”
* * *
He should have letthem send him back to boarding school. Anything would be better than this, Braxton thought as he typed in his oldest brother’s birthday and-
