We realized I was awake at the same time and stared at each other before Gavin rubbed the back of his neck. “Sleep okay?”
What did he care? He wanted me gone. I sighed and looked away.
“Oh, did I wake you up?” he grunted.
“I slept fine,” I muttered.
Gavin leaned his butt on the edge of the bed where Muriel sat. Muscles bulged from his crossed arms in front of his grey tank top, his black sweats adorned in stray wolf hairs and fuzz, and his dark hair in tired disarray in a way that was awfully attractive. I pulled my legs away from him. “I got questions for you,” he said.
“Okay.”
“When was the last time you saw your mom?”
He came right out the gate with the hard hitters. I gawked at Gavin before finding my voice. “Um… fifteen years ago, I guess.”
“What happened then?”
“My…
