Brandon
“Where the hell have you been?” I heard my mom’s voice as soon as I sneaked into the house.
Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have locked my bedroom window. I should have climbed in quietly and avoided everyone.
“Sorry. I was with a friend,” I said.
Mike clapped his hands, and the lights flooded the room.
“Hmm. I wonder what 'friend' would give you a change of clothes and clean your uniform,” he said, staring at my laundered uniform folded over my arm.
“A nice friend,” was all I said.
“If you were with a friend, why weren't you picking up anyone’s calls, and why did you block out the mind link? Also, what friend lives so close? You were really close,” my mom said.
“Max. She lives next door,” I said, trying to act normal.
“Max is not just your friend. She’s your fated mate, and you
