Chapter Seven
Hannah
The sounds that came out of Brian’s bedroom weren’t pleasant. I suspected the brothers were fighting—physically—and I really didn’t need to witness that. After leaving a note of thanks for Mike, I slipped out and hurried downstairs.
As fast as the elevator traveled, anyway.
God, this week was messed up. And the worst part about Brian wasn’t the lies, but that he made me feel hope. No one had treated me like I was special since my grandparents died, and I’d gotten used to it. Then Brian came along with his charm and kisses and…
Ugh. A shudder passed through me.
UghThe security guard stopped my car at the gate. “Mr. Jorgensen requests you wait, miss.”
“Who?”
“Mike Jorgensen. He said you slipped out without saying goodbye and asked me to stall you until he comes d
