Chapter 3-4

I clicked on Safari and typed the name in again to the Google search engine but got nothing. I sat back against the pillows which I had piled up behind me and glared at the screen, feeling more frustrated by the second. Trust him to be persona non grata where snooping on social media sites was concerned.

I was so engrossed in my own thoughts, as I sat scowling at the iPad, that I didn't realise the sound of the shower had stopped.

Suddenly, Brandon appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and using another smaller towel to dry off his dark curls. Droplets of water clung to his shoulders and chest.

"What's up?" he said, noting my dark expression.

Like a rabbit in headlights, I gawped at him, feeling the flush spread across my cheeks.

"What are you up to?" Brandon asked, narrowing his eyes and striding over to the bed, straining to see what was on the screen.