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“Damn it. She’s too nice for her own good.” He huffed. “There goes my plan to make you seem like a thoughtful man by bringing her a slice.”
I shook my head. “Just go back to London, Gramps, and take your little Cupid’s bow with you.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – THEO
Pixel Chickens
I pushed open the door to the cottage and stepped inside to the sound of Chloe shouting, “Fuck you, Abigail!”
Who the fuck was Abigail and what had she done to Chloe?
“That wasmydamn straw hat!”
I kicked off my shoes, frowning. Straw hat? What the hell was she doing in there?
“Screw you, too, Lewis! If that bush wasn’t in my way, I’d definitely have won the stupid egg hunt!”
Seriously.
What the hell was she doing?
“Stupid eggs. Stupid bushes. Stupid little stones I can’t walk over,” Chloe continued. “No, you can’t sleep. I don’t care if you’re tired. Plant the strawberries first.”
I crept towards the living room and poked my head in. She was sitting on the sofa with a laptop I’d never seen before, using the area where the trackpad was as a mousepad for a bright pink mouse.
“Oh, balls, I forgot to pet my cat.”
What the—
“Five hundred gold? What a load of shit,” she mumbled, picking up a stemless wine-glass-shaped tumbler and sipping. “Great. Now I’m out of wine.”
“Want me to get you some more?”
“Eek!” She knocked her mouse off her laptop and sent it flying to the other side of the sofa. “Where the hell did you come from?”
I chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. “The front door. Did you think I crept in through the window?”
“I didn’t hear you come in. You should have announced yourself.”
“I was going to, but I was wondering if I’d find out who Abigail is and what she’s done to you if I didn’t say anything.”
Chloe pressed her lips together. “Please pretend you didn’t hear any of that.”
“I’ll fill your cup for you.” I motioned for her to hand it to me. “And I’ll consider it.”
She groaned, passing me the insulated tumbler. “All right.”
“Don’t forget to pet your cat,” I said, grinning as I walked to the kitchen.
“Aghhhh!”
I laughed and filled her cup. I put the bottle back in the fridge and grabbed a can of beer for myself before taking both drinks back through to the living room. I leant on the back of the sofa and peered over Chloe’s shoulder at her laptop screen, frowning at the pixelated game she was happily playing.
“What are you playing?” I asked.
“Um, Stardew Valley.” She reached back and took the cup from me. “Thanks.”
“What the heck is Stardew Valley?”
