Chapter 334

Brad's sentence cut off with a scream as I tossed my coffee right in his smug face.

He shot up, dripping, wiping at his soaked shirt. "What the hell, Keira? Are you out of your mind?!"

I held up my now-empty cup. "Next time you pull crap like that, I'll crack this over your head—and then hand you over to the cops. Enjoy that chat."

Brad stood there, a mess in his white T-shirt, coffee dripping from his hair in sad little clumps. Honestly, two words: total loser.

Still, he wasn't done being obnoxious. "You think this is gonna scare me? You've got it all wro—"

I didn't stick around for the rest. I turned on my heel and walked right out of the café.

Wayne caught up to me. "Who was that guy?"

"Tanya's brother," I muttered, pulling a wet wipe from my bag to clean the coffee off my fingers. "He's been annoying me for a while."

"Does he pull this often?"

"A few times," I said, tossing the used wipe into a trash can.

Wayne didn't press any further, and honestly, I didn't feel like ge