Page 83 of Alfie: Part One

I grinned.

“You know where the guest room is,” he said, flicking off the lights above the island. Under the cabinets too.

My grin was gone. Fuck the guest room. I hated that room.

I’d never spent a night in it, but West had. When our problems bled from one day into another.

It’d crushed me every time we’d fought, and he’d ended up down here for the night.

“If you wanna change, I think there’s a box of your old clothes in the back of that closet,” he mentioned.

Okay, good to know.

I got to my feet too, and I stretched my arms over my head. “I don’t think any of it would fit.” I yawned and relaxed my stance again. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have bulging biceps these days.”

At least in my dreams. Theyhadgrown more pronounced, just not enough for me to up my shirt sizes.

West tilted his head at me, and he had a hand on the light switch by the doorway. “Huh. I can’t tell.”

What the fuck?

I stared at him.

He smirked faintly and nodded for me to get out of the kitchen. “Go to bed, juicehead.”

The fuckin’ audacity.

“Wow,” I whispered to myself and stalked out. “He hits where it hurts.”

He chuckled behind me. “If it makes you feel any better, I did notice your abs when you practically shoved them in my face.”

“You mean the day you showed up unannounced at my house?” I threw him a look over my shoulder.

“Yes, that day.”

I spun around and lifted my hoodie. “These abs?”

Oh, he was liking the eye rolls today. “Goodnight, Alfie.”

I smiled. “Night, West.”

CHAPTER 10

West Scott

Yeah, I thought I’d heard the garage door.

I yawned for the hundredth time this morning and opened the front door.

“Or you can get your shit together,” I heard Colby say. “Go to Dublin and work your ass off. Get sober.”

I stopped on the stoop, unable to help myself.

“No, I’ll be staying with Mr. O’Dwyer until we figure things out,” he said next.

Mr. O’Dwyer.

First of all, his name was still Scott. Second of all, Alfie hated being called sir and mister.