The Uncle Clause — Episode 7

at me a few seconds. Come up. He went inside, yanked his tie off, headed for the couch. I out to steady him. He went rigid at my touch. Second floor, my room, top drawer, get it He sank into the couch, eyes closed, before I could ask what he meant. I went up, pulled the drawer open and froze a small square box sat inside any adult would know exactly what that

blood rushed to my head the humiliation hit its peak after all these years he didn't remember me he thought he could toy with me instead i grabbed the box and ran back downstairs sir i came to return your shirt not sell myself so he frowned he stared at the box a long moment then slowly sat up and pinned me with a look that pressed all the air out of the room come with me

He walked back to his room, pulled open the drawer, and took out a different box, handing it I opened it. A pearl necklace. Mine. Dropped it here the day I changed. You never said which box? I'm a man. Strange for me to keep that in a drawer.

Completely normal. Perfectly normal. I was the strange one. He'd already turned to strip his shirt off. I caught his abs in the mirror. Blood rushed to my head, and I froze in place. How long are you going to stare?

I fled, red-faced. Ten minutes later, I came back, drenched. Not done looking? I was meaning to explain the road was blocked what came out instead. Can I stay here tonight? Can I stay here tonight?

He arched a brow and grabbed a shirt off the chair and pulled it on my phone rang in the I hit speaker by accident kid. Weren't you heading back to campus storms getting worse. If you wait much longer, you'll never get down.