“You should be.” She turned from pouring the batter into the skillet and gave me a hard look. “You didn’t eat the dinner I prepared last night.” I knew my aunt enough to know when she was questioning me without actually asking a question.
“Uh, yeah. I was too tired after my shower and decided I wasn’t all that hungry so I just crashed.” She nodded her head but continued staring me down until she finally turned to flip the pancakes. “I thought you were leaving early?” I asked, taking the attention off me.
“No, I said I had an early start. I had to at least be here this morning to make you pancakes, so I chose a later flight. Tara will be driving me to the airport on her lunch break.”
The doorbell stopped me from answering and I hopped off the stool to open the door. Willow usually just walked in so I wondered who it could be this early. I opened the door and immediately slammed it back. Oh God. Oh no. Oh God. Oh no.
“Lake, who was that?”
“Aunt Carissa won’t the pancakes burn?”
“The pancakes are done. Who was that?” she asked more sternly.
“Paperboy?” I lifted a shoulder but knew guilt was written all over my face. She rolled her eyes and nudged me aside to open the door.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she whispered, “Oh my.” She turned to me with accusation in her eyes and a huge grin. “And who are you?” she asked when I refused to explain why Keiran was on our doorstep.
“Keiran Masters.” His deep voice rushed over me causing goose bumps to cover my skin. “I go to school with your niece.”
My aunt hid her surprise well but I knew she recalled his name. “Well, you aren’t a friend. I would have seen you before, “she bluntly stated and I suddenly had the urge to hide her from Keiran. She didn’t know the danger she was in just by being this close.
“No ma’am, I’m not her friend,” he answered truthfully. I could feel his eyes boring into me even as I avoided eye contact.
“Too bad. You’re cute…enough.” I almost snorted. He was gorgeous and she knew it. My aunt was baiting him.
“I’m glad you approve,” he smoothly replied.
“Not quite, so come in so I can see more.” She walked away, heading into the kitchen and leaving us standing in the foyer alone.
“Why are you here?” I whispered, vehemently. I wouldn’t let him anywhere near my aunt. He merely smirked at me before shouldering his way past me.
“Didn’t you hear? Your aunt wants to see more,” he threw over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen.
I pulled at my hair before pushing the door shut and following them into the kitchen. Keiran was already settled into a seat as if he belonged here. I made a sound of frustration when I saw my aunt pushing my pancakes into a plate for Keiran. She looked at me in surprise while Keiran wore a smug look on his face.
“Lake, did you just growl at Keiran?” No, actually I was growling at you. “Sit down and stop being rude. It’s your birthday. Keiran did you know that today is her birthday?”
“Sure,” he mumbled around a mouth full of my pancakes.
“Well maybe, you two can celebrate later. I feel so bad that I have to leave today. Keep her company for me, won’t you?” She winked at Keiran and I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” he agreed. My aunt smiled, completely oblivious to the deception in his words. He made eye contact with me, holding my gaze until I looked away.
“Ooh, I have to finish packing and leave for my flight. It was nice to meet you Keiran. Don’t let me down.” With that she disappeared up the stairs, leaving me alone with Keiran again.
“Let’s go,” he commanded. I grabbed my backpack to follow him out the door and sent Willow a quick text to let her know I was leaving and would explain later. Willow knew when not to push. Sometimes.
“Why did you come here? You could have called to let me know you were coming.” He ignored me until we were seated in his car and then shrugged.
“I wanted to meet the woman whose life you held in your hands.”