I gave a startled squeaked, stumbling back against a nearby chair as Jeremiah rose to his feet from the couch beside me. He’d been sitting there the entire time, and I’d been so preoccupied that I hadn’t seen him. My heart racing, I leaned against the chair and placed my hand over my chest as he crossed the room, pausing to look outside. “Jeremiah,” I said breathlessly. “I was just...”
“When,” he asked, his voice as cold as I’d ever heard, “were you going to tell me you fucked my brother?”