Page 148 of Off Limits Mogul

For a long while, we sit in a comfortable silence, enjoyingour food. In a blink of an eye, Noah polishes off his second serving, loaded with extra bacon.

I can pack some food, but Noah could eat a restaurant out of business.

The coffeemaker bubbles, the sound breaking through the clatter of cluttery against plates.

I could use another cup.

I lift my gaze to Noah. “Would you like some more?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” He gets up. “I can get it.”

“Sit down.” I wave him off. “You’re my guest.”

He chuckles. “I kinda imposed myself, but we’ll go with your angle.”

She laughs.

I don’t even crack a smile. “What about you, Keira?”

“I’ll have a bit more, and more bacon, please,” she says.

With their plates in hand, I walk to the oven, serve them both and return to the kitchen table. I make a second trip to grab my second latte of the day.

“There’s more coffee if you guys want some,” I say before sitting back down.

Noah eyes my empty plate. “You’re done?”

“I’m good.” I force a smile and point at my mug. “I just need coffee.”

My stomach is too tied up in knots to eat more. Not to mention, my mind is racing, searching for suitable ways to tell my best friend about my new relationship status. I can only focus on so much at a time.

The Weatherly siblings are chatty people. I’m quieter. Breakfast must be outstanding because their sole focus is on the food. I’m grateful for the silence because it gives me time to map out how and when and I’m going to drop the bomb on my best friend.

“Rhys and I are seeing each other, Noah.”

What the actual fuck?

Noah’s forkful of baked eggs freezes halfway to his mouth. His whole body becomes still.

Armageddon strikes.

The apocalypse is now.

Annihilation of the human race is eminent.

It’s the end of the world as I know it.

I choke on a gulp of coffee, swallowing down the wrong pipe. I cough so hard, I fear I’ll rupture a lung.

“Oh my God, Rhys.” Keira slaps my back.

I take in huge breaths, but it’s like I can’t get enough oxygen to fill my lungs.

If I die now, Noah won’t get a chance to kill me.

“Are you okay?”

Oh, now you’re worried about my well-being?