Why

by K.A. Brotherton

“Why is he in your house if your not together,” Rallow inquired watching her face as she itched her nose on the back of her hand

“ He’s my friend”

“Your friend sleeps in your bed almost every night? We’ve been watching you for a solid month. He’s here every night. ” Rallow rubbed his thumb against the stubble on his chin. Three double shifts of watching the little shit buttoned the case down, with the exception no guns there were suppose to be guns.

Bailey tilted her face to the side brushing a stray piece of auburn hair back from her eyes. She watched Rallow a moment, considered him. Something about him made a churning sensation in the pit of her stomach yet in the same breath she was terrified of him. He was like a flame, she like a delicate little moth and if she flew too close, became too mesmerized would find her pretty white wings singed off.

“He’s my friend. ” She ran her tongue over her lower lip pulling her hands into the sleeves of her sweatshirt holding his eyes the entire time.

“Your fuck friend? ” Rallow lifted a brow carefully watching the expressions on her face.

“We don’t fuck should I translate that into Spanish? Wait no how about Pig Latin?” The acidic words danced off her tongue before she could swallow them back.

Rallow lifted a brow and let his lips turn up in a fractional smirk. He reached brushing the piece of hair back away from her eyes. Bailey felt blood rush to her cheeks and he smiled in response.

“I’m going to get you out of this mess. You are going to help me put this little fuck away,” There was no option, no consideration. Bailey was going to do exactly what Rallow told her to do.