Brooklyn glanced over her shoulder as Harry drove away from her house and sighed. She made her way up to her house and paused when Brandon opened the door and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hi," Brooklyn said.

"Hi," Brandon said lowly. "Who was that?"

"Um, Sasha," Brooklyn lied. "I stayed round her house last night, remember?"

"That's not her car," Brandon frowned.

"No? Oh... um, not it's not," Brooklyn said. "It's... her brother's car. Her's was getting serviced."

"Sasha has a brother?" Brandon questioned.

"Er, yeah," Brooklyn nodded. "He travels a lot so he's rarely home."

"What's he called?"

"Why are you so curious?" Brooklyn wondered and arched an...