Lowering my hands, I took a step back, trying to see his teeth in the light coming through the window. “Why did you drink it? Didn’t you think something was wrong when you saw it was blue in the cup?”
Placing his hands on his hips, he glared down at me. “I put them in those travel cups he’s got like thirty of, so I didn’t see the blue.”
That made sense, kinda, but… “You didn’t see it at all?”
Leaning closer to me, he growled, “No. I was looking for a spoon, but he’s moved shit around so it’s like a freaking maze in there. Because I couldn’t find one I couldn’t stir it, and I knew he’d lose his shit about that. So, I put the lid on, gave it a shake, and passed it over. I don’t take creamer in mine, just sugar, so I guesstimated the amount I was tipping in, added water and then a lid. Satisfied?”
Biting my lip to stop myself from laughing, I tilted my head to the side and saw the slight blue tint on his lips. “How bad is your tongue?”
When he stuck it out, I lost it. Thankfully, he was standing close enough for me to grab onto so I didn’t hit the floor. I was laughing so hard that the second I tried to take a breath in, more laughter would come out and I was starting to panic that I was going to pass out. Regardless, it just kept coming.
“Just to say, he looks like this, too,” he informed me, making me laugh even harder. Well, that was until he added, “But your fuck up was making his coffee sweet.”
Oh shit!
I didn’t look at him and I didn’t say anything, I looked for a way to escape. I didn’t realize the stuff would make it taste like there was sugar in it, and the last time I’d seen Raoul take a mouthful of sweet coffee, he’d spent ten minutes telling us how bad it was. They were valid reasons if you didn’t like sugar in your coffee, and he truly hated it. I was dead.
And then my heart sank a little bit more when lights started flashing through the window, indicating that the police had arrived to search my house. Everything right then centered on worry. The worry that the person would be inside the house still, the worry that someone had stolen something from me, the worry that a stranger had been through my stuff, the worry that my cat had indeed had a flashback from the plug-in and would do this repeatedly for the rest of his life, and now the worry that Raoul was going to suffocate me with a pillow.
“I’m going on the lam.”
Raoul“Holy shit,” Logan muttered, looking around the room. “I’ve checked out everywhere else and there’s nothing, not even a broken window. What the hell happened?”
“Find anything?” My brother’s voice sounded from behind us, and I glanced over to see him standing there with his arms and legs spread widely in the doorway.
I didn’t need to ask why he was like that, especially not when I heard Rose shout, “Would you move your ass out the way!”
Garrett ignored her, and aside from when she pushed against him – hopefully the uninjured parts of him – he didn’t move a muscle except to look around the room. “Are those scratch marks?”
Following where he was looking at the four sets of lines that went down a wall, I went with my initial theory. “Maybe the intruder spooked Rex, and he tried to run up the wall? Or maybe he tried attacking them and ended up on the wall? But it looks like he’s responsible for some of the damage.”
The look that came over my brother’s face had me tensing and standing up from where I’d been crouched down. “We need to talk.”With Rose looking at the damage, and promising not to touch or move anything, I followed him outside.
“I think I know what happened,” he winced. “Remember how we had the laser pointed at the house for the cat?”
“Yeah, but that was only to get him to move cushions and shit. To do that sort of damage, we’d have had to…” I stopped, remembering when we were arguing over the laser and how he hadn’t pressed the button to turn it off. “Ah, shit.”
Nodding at me, he looked back over my shoulder. “Good thing I’ve got time to work on the damage.”
Groaning, I turned back to the house, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. Would she hate me? More than likely, yes. I mean, I’d be pissed if she’d somehow managed to get Ranger to fuck my house up like this, but that would take a miracle seeing as how Ranger only moved for food.