You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 666

Oliver heard the noise from the other end and couldn’t help but frown. “You’re so loud,” he said, sounding completely unimpressed.

“Is Mom there? Was she looking for me?”

Jimmy clicked his tongue. “What else could it be? She just wants to know if you two can make it back for dinner on the thirtieth.”

Oliver was straightforward. “Probably not. Patricia’s company is throwing an appreciation dinner that night. It’ll go pretty late.”

Jimmy sighed. “Great timing, huh? Couldn’t have picked a better day.”

Patricia was leaning against Oliver’s shoulder, absentmindedly fussing with a hangnail while he was on the phone. She looked bored out of her mind.

Just as Jimmy’s question came through, Patricia pulled too hard at her nail and a tiny bead of blood appeared.

Oliver shot back at Jimmy, his tone quick and a little sharp. “Can you not?”

Jimmy rushed to explain. “No, seriously, don’t take it the wrong way. I just meant, everyone’s waiting for the holiday to start, and if you guys have the party right before the break, a bunch of people might not even show up.”

He and Oliver were a lot closer than they were with their older brother. Growing up, they were always messing around, pulling pranks on each other. Honestly, if you had to rank the siblings, Oliver always felt like he clicked better with Jimmy.

After all, it wasn’t the eldest brother who once buried Oliver in the sand at the beach and then wandered off, totally forgetting he was even there.

“Patricia didn’t hear that, did she? Hope she doesn’t think I’m being weird.”

“If she did, you can explain yourself,” Oliver replied.

Jimmy started to panic. The last thing he needed was for the family to have issues with him before they’d even really talked. Their parents would probably give him the death stare for days.

Oliver glanced over at Patricia. The hand he had resting on her stomach tightened just a bit.

There were so many nights when Patricia would be in the walk-in closet, fussing over her clothes, and Oliver would remind her again and again to let Marian take care of it, practically begging her to come to bed.

But she always wanted to do it herself.

From Oliver’s point of view, Patricia just didn’t want help.

From Patricia’s side, she was honestly just trying to avoid Oliver’s never-ending energy at night.

He never bothered to hide how much he wanted her.

She used to read old romances about wives finding mistresses for their husbands just so they could get some peace, and she’d always thought that was crazy.

Now, she was starting to get it.