"What're you really doing here?" I asked, placing both my hands firmly on the countertop. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer, and chopping down on some leftovers. I had tried to avoid beating around the bush with him as much as possible. There was no work, or weather discussing going on between the two of us. As far as I was concerned, we had absolutely nothing to talk about. I forced myself not to ask him why he even left at all.
I just wanted to know his ulterior motive for being here, so that he could leave before Noah or my mom got back. He peered up at me, locking eyes. I brought my eye brows together, eyeing him back with close scrutiny.
"You've gotten so much older since I last seen you," he said, taking a long swig of his drink. I blinked at his terrible way of
