Chapter Thirteen

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

 

 

 

“Okay, why the fuck did he leave his shoe on my desk?”

Brick’s voice from right behind me made my heart nearly leap out of my chest before I spun around in the doorway of his office where I’d been standing and watching Ezra march off. He sat at his desk, Ezra’s shoe in hand.

When he waved the familiar black pump, I slumped against the doorjamb and closed my eyes. “Dammit.” Then with a frown, I opened my eyes, straightened, and pointed to my stepbrother. “This time, you’re returning it to him.”

Brick lifted a single eyebrow. “This time?”

Crap. Said too much.

Wincing and then offering him a big smile, I pressed my hands together in prayer before asking, “What’re the chances you could just forget you heard that?”

He set the shoe down and folded his arms over his chest as he rocked back in his chair. “About zero, I’d say.”

“That’s what I thought.” With a sigh, I fell into the chair across from him and told him everything,