Chapter 46

Creed and I turn and look at each other, almost in unison. He frowns at me.

“You’ve had two weeks, and I haven’t heard shit.”

“Whoa,” I start, as he reaches up and shoves some of that white-blonde hair of his from his face. He’s scowling now, and I’m reminded of his expression when he challenged Derrick on the back deck. When it comes to family, Creed is dead serious. “She hasn’t told me anything, Creed. We talk about everything except for her love life. Literally, I could tell you your sister’s favorite brand of tampons, but not who she’s dating.”

“Please don’t,” Creed says, closing his eyes. He looks tired for real right now, leaning up against the wall with his shoulder. The bored princely routine is put on hold for the briefest of instances, and I find my cheeks heating up. I imagine this doesn’t happen often. “I’d rather not know that about Miranda.”

“She is your twin, after all,” I joke, trying to force a smile. Too much. Creed’s eyes snap open and he s