Chapter 33

I froze at the sound of that familiar voice. I quickly stood while feeling like I was being bitten by an ant.

Dean turned as well toward the voice.

"Nothing," I quickly replied as Oliver stared from me to Dean, confused.

"Oliver, what are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"I should be asking you that, Dean," he said as he walked in. I was quickly reminded of our stay at the hotel last month.

"Charmer, did you make this?" Oliver asked the instant his eyes rested on the plate.

"Smarty, don't you dare make fun of my award-winning cooking skills," I warned him.

He chuckled. "What are you guys celebrating?" he asked looking from dean to me.

"Just having dinner," I replied.

"Well, I hope you guys don't mind if I join then," he said, disappearing into the kitchen.

Dean and I silently looked at each other without saying a word.

"Are things between you guys cool now?" Dean asked. I guess he must be talking about the day he helped me escape from Oliver.

I was about to reply to him when Oliver appea