Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

“I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”

Sas efcharistó gia ton kafé kai to deípno. Elpízo na niótheis arketá arrenopós, allá an den to káneis, boreís na ftiáxeis ton nerochýti pou échei diarroí sto domátió mou. Kalinýchta, Theo.

She sticks small post-it notes to the mug and the glass food storage containers she bought to pack my lunch—question at the front, answer on the back.

“I’ve seen you with and without makeup. I’ve seen you with mascara smeared under your eyes when you were too lazy to wash your face before falling asleep. I’ve seen you wearing a sexy dress, and I’ve seen you in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt stained with tomato juice. You’re beautiful, little one. Always. But now, you’re tired.”

Me: Call me when you’re on your break, and call me if you start feeling worse. I’ll cuff you to bed when you come back. Thalia: Promises, promises.

Ask how much you owe me for the pizza, and I’ll cover your pretty face with a pillow while you sleep and watch you take your last breath.”

“You look...” His chest rises and falls faster, and a muscle feathers his jaw when his eyes jerk to meet mine. “You want me to kill someone tonight?”

“There you go, omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me.”

“This,” I point between us, “is in no way over, or anywhere near over, and it won’t be over anytime soon, Theo. Understood?

“You think I’m handsome, Thalia?” I ask, forcing her attention on me, my elbow still casually resting on the bar. “Funny? Interesting?” I take her hand and pull until she takes a step closer. “I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”