Chapter 134: Garth

Garth STOOD FROZEN TO the spot, staring at his little brother while Noemi made her getaway.

There was no denying what they'd done. From Noemi's abrupt exit to the disheveled office, not to mention the musky scent of sex, it was clear as day.

Benji glanced over his shoulder then at Garth and back to the front of the house.

"Did I just...?" Benji opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"What do you want?" Garth snapped.

Fucking hell. Noemi had finally let down that wall and opened up to him again. Why was it now was the moment Benji decided to traipse back home?

"I, uh, came to bring you the notes for the festival." Benji held up an envelope Garth hadn't noticed.

"Give it here." He took the envelope and plopped it onto a bit of clear desk that hadn't just supported Noemi's ass.

This desk was never going to be used again.

"What's going on with Noemi?" Benji's gaze raked over Garth.