Owen grasps the back of Bram’s neck and squeezes. “There’s a math genius sitting right here. He can tutor you.”
Bram’s head jolts upward, his jaw fixed, with eyes narrowed on my brother. There’s only one way to interpret what that expression means.
“He has a lot going on with his new job. Plus, it’s tax season. I’m sure he’s tied up and doesn’t have time to mess with me.”
“How ‘bout it, Bram? Can you make time to tutor Claud or does she have to turn to rapist Rial for help?”
Bram’s reply is instant. “No way she’s going anywhere near that piece of shit.”
He may feel inclined to keep me safe, but I doubt he wants to be alone with me again. His reaction to our last encounter told me everything I needed to know. “I’ll be okay. I just need to study harder.”
“Can’t chance it, Claud. Mom and Dad are counting on your getting a scholarship.”
Mom and Dad haven’t said anything, but I know money has been tight since Dad’s heart attack. I’m certain they had to dip into savings to pay the deductibles on the hospital bills. “I know, Owen. I’m doing the best I can.”
“When is your next test, sis?”
“Friday.”
“Can you make time to help Claud this week?” I hate seeing Owen put Bram in this awkward situation.
Bram looks at me and our eyes meet for the first time since that night more than two months ago.What kind of thoughts are going on behind those hazel eyes?“Don’t worry about your grade. You’ll get an A when I’m finished tutoring you.”
My mind is mush. I can’t form words to respond.
“Can you come to my apartment Sunday?”
His apartment? He doesn’t live with his parents anymore? “Sure. What time?”
“Three o’clock okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”
I retreat to my room, close the door, and fall face down on the bed, squealing into the pillow. Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m going to be alone with him. And I’m going to make the most of it.
He will be mine.