Page 26 of Infinity Chronicles 1
“What are you two whispering about? They’re whispering back there Dante,” Oliver rats us out like a toddler.
My eyes immediately go to the rearview mirror where I see Dante already watching at me. Milo bumps his shoulder into mine again and Dante tracks the movement before looking away.
“It’s your fault they’re back there together. Now you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
Oliver produces a long fry from the bag and leans over the seat.“Here,” he says while focusing on me.
“I didn’t get any fries.” He shrugs, then leans forward more, bringing the fry close to my lips. I open to take it on instinct.
Oliver grins at me. When I pull back he holds on to the fry, so it breaks off and he’s left holding a small piece.
Milo leans forward and snatches the bite right from Oliver’s fingers, using only his mouth.
“Knock it off Ollie,” Milo warns while chewing.
Feeling chastised, I swallow the salty fry and look down.
“You’re no fun,” Oliver mumbles as he crumples the top of the bags, closing the food up.Now that I’ve had one bite I’m starving. I hope we get wherever we’re going soon.
Dante turns down a tree lined blacktop road. I can’t see any houses, but I see a few mailboxes and driveways leading off each side.
He slows to a crawl then turns left on a single lane road. After a few hundred feet, the trees give way and I see a fairly large house stationed in the middle of a clearing.
It’s a cheery yellow with a wraparound front porch. There’s even a swing and a few rocking chairs with thick padded cushions.The front entry has a wooden screen door with an intricate design.The upstairs has a row of long windows, and above that are two arched windows, indicating an attic.
It’s quaint and homey looking. It’s completely opposite of what I’d expect Dante’s house to look like.He heads up the drive and around the side of the house, parking in front of a large detached garage.
The car doors open as soon as the engine is off and the quiet invades my ears, leaving a ringing in its place.
Dante shoves the seat forward and his hand thrusts down to me. I take his palm, stepping out of the car and releasing it immediately. The tingle is still there, reminding me why I’m here with these guys.
I look around the property. There’s a waist high black metal fence surrounding an inground pool. It butts right up against the house with a large patio area between the pool and a couple of French doors.
I feel a tug on my fingers. Milo tilts his head, beckoning me to follow Dante and Milo, who are disappearing through a side door of the garage.
I plunge my straw in and out of my drink a few times, stalling, then trail after Milo.
The door opens to a set of stairs leading up. I can’t see into the garage, but there’s another door to the left that looks like it leads in that direction.
“Laura,” Oliver calls down from somewhere above me. Milo waves his hand for me to go ahead of him up the flight of stairs.
I rush up, feeling self-conscious about him being behind me. I’m not even sure why, it’s not like he’ll be checking out my butt.
At the top it opens to an expansive loft. My eyes immediately land on a big bed that Dante is hastily throwing covers on to make the bed.
Milo searches through the numerous bags on a low table in front of a leather couch.Satisfied, with his hands full, he drops back onto the sofa with a humph.“Come grab your food,” he says around a mouth full.
“Do you mind if I use… is there a bathroom? So, I can wash my hands,” I stammer and set my half full coffee on the table next to someone else’s drink.
Dante gives up fixing the bed. “Yeah sure, right here.” He kicks at something.I hear it slide across the hardwood floor before he hurriedly opens the only door I see.
“Shit,” he curses as soon as the door opens. His eyes find mine as I approach. “Give me like, one second.” He doesn’t wait for my reply, just flies through the door,closing it behind him.
I hear a few drawers and cabinet doors opening and closing before he comes out a brief moment later.Face red.
“Sorry, it’s just usually me and the guys,” he says, not meeting my eyes as he gives the explanation.
I leave the door open as he passes by, heading back toward the others.
