We made it home from our wedding and I've been stuck in the house for three weeks because my brother is still on the loose. I haven't been in the best frame of mind because I hate this feeling of being trapped. Bottom line, I'm bitchy and I need to get out.

"Whatever you're thinking, think again," Austin states with finality.

I give a sigh of frustration. "I can't stay inside another day. I need to go out and about or something." His cold regard is not what I want. "You're ...