Paolo
From Caitlin’s old apartment, it’s a short trip to Trevor West’s dormitory. I wait outside until he comes out, and then I join him on the sidewalk, matching his pace.
He takes one sidelong look at me and lurches away.
“Don’t run,” I command, because I don’t want to grab him. Assaulting Caitlin’s brother probably isn’t going to help things.
He freezes, but only because he thinks I’m holding a piece on him. I know, because his eyes instantly dart to my hands. When he sees they’re free, he starts to turn again.
“I said, hold up,” I growl.
He hesitates.
“You know who I am?” I don’t have any idea how much Caitlin’s told him. If he even knows about us.
“I have a guess,” he says, wary as hell.
“I’m the guy who’s in love with your sister,” I say.
That stops him. No, he definitely d
