Page 115 of I Knew You
He smiled. “Worth it. You shouldn’t be doing so much.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. And I hardly think putting up dishes will break me, Dracula.”
He got up from his chair and strode to me. He took the dishes from me and set them on the open shelf in a neat stack. Then he turned and encircled his hands around me, his hands kneading my glutes through my black leggings. He brought his face to mine, our lips a hairbreadth from each other.
“Later, after I rest, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you right here in this kitchen.”
His voice sent shivers down my body.
“Why wait?” I asked as sensually as possible.
Just as he kissed me, his phone began buzzing. With an eye roll of annoyance, he picked it up on speaker. “What’s up, Mel?”
I expected her usual banter, but instead I only heard heavy breathing.
“You need to listen to me and listen well. What I’m getting ready to say won’t make much sense, but you’re going to have to trust me, okay?”
I looked at Bram, who looked just as confused as I felt.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Whitaker East is headed to your house. He’ll be there any minute…”
Gravel crunched in the distance, slinging from fast-movingtires. Bram grabbed the phone, and we rushed out the back door and around the side of the house, standing near the garage. A dark SUV was coming full speed down the lane.
“Bram. He knows you were the one driving. The night of the wreck. He knows you were the one driving the truck.”
Bram’s eyes went wide.
“What? How?” he said, bewildered, and I grabbed his phone.
“Hey, Mel, it’s Julianna. Whit is…making an appearance. We’ll call you back.”
“Julianna, he’s so angry. I didn’t understand. I didn’t put it together in time. I can’t believe I didn’t put it together!”
“Wait, what?” It was all I could say. How did Mel know anything about Whit?
“I’m headed that way. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” The line went dead.
I clutched Bram’s phone as he stood in front of the squealing tires of the SUV, barely avoiding being hit as Whit skidded to a halt.
“Bram! Run!” I cried as the driver’s door swung open. My brother, whom I hadn’t seen in person in a couple of years, jumped out of the vehicle like a wild animal.
“No,” Bram said to me calmly.
I tried to protest, but my eyes locked on Whit.
“Don’t!” I screamed at my brother, running toward them, but Bram grabbed my arm and moved me behind him.
“Get in the house,” he said firmly. I took two steps back to escape the anger I saw on my brother’s face. I couldn’t stand the intensity.
“You fucker!” It was the only thing Whit got out before he punched Bram in the face.
Bram didn’t retaliate, just stumbled backward and fell over into the grass.
Whit immediately jumped on top of Bram. I cried out whenthe second punch cracked against Bram’s face. I knew there wasn’t anything I could do to stop what was happening. Besides the risk to my back, they were too strong for me to wrangle.
“Whit. Please,please. I’m begging you to stop!” I yelled, rushing toward them.
