Chapter Fifteen
Milo
As I walked back into the house, I smacked myself in the face. Not hard but just enough to see if I was actually awake and not dreaming.
“What the actual f**k are you doing, Miley?” Juliet asked. She looked me over, that cool expression on her face. “Oh my. I’m guessing Vi went from hungover to bent over this morning?”
“That and a few other positions.” I grinned.
She shook her head. “So that doesn’t explain why you slapped your own face. Are you practising for when she finds out how much you’ve bought for her house?”
“b****y Silas and his big fat mouth. Who else knows?” I grumbled.
“We all know, Milo. Not one single one of us is taken in by ‘we had it left over’. We do have brains you know?”
“Oh shut up. Don’t you dare tell her.”
“Oh I’m not telling her, but I
