Well, I set myself up for that one.
I shove the forkful in my mouth.Fuck, that’s good. By the smug look on his face, he can tell I’m enjoying it.
“Stop gloating.”
His hands fly up in surrender. “Not gloating.”
He totally is.
“What’s that face for then?”
Taking a sip of his coffee to hide his smile, he shrugs, “I’m just glad to see some things never change.”
I squint. “You mean my chocolate dependency?”
He laughs and the sound rattles the organ in my chest. “No, sweetheart, I’m referring to your lovely morning attitude.”
Scowling, I smother my plate in syrup. “Sorry I’m not a chipper morning cunt like you.”
That laugh again— full and deep— threatens to dismantle my sour mood. I’m gearing up for more verbal sparring when my phone starts blaring the ringtone assigned to my mother.
Attractive Asshole Numero Uno reaches across the counter, swipes to answer and taps the speaker icon. I’m glaring at him hard enough to burn holes through his skin.
“Remy, where the hell are you? We have twenty minutes until we need to set up the tables and your father is gonna pull his back again if he tries to do it by himself.”
Mother. Fucker.
Now I remember what I was supposed to do today: attend my parents' Annual Golf Club Cookout. I wipe a palm down my face and groan.
“Fuck, I forgot—”
“Language!”
“Sorry, I woke up late.”
“Did you take your meds?” she demands. “You’re always snappier when you don’t.”
“I’m taking them right this second, Ma,” I grumble, pushing my plate aside.
Win plucks the orange prescription bottle from its home beside the candle and sets it in front of me. I make a face. The bastard blows me a kiss.
“Good, and make sure to eat something with protein because the roast won’t be ready for hours and I don’t want you filling up on pastries and sugar.”
Win snorts.
“Ma—”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Sullivan, I’ll make sure he getsplentyof protein.”
Ok, maybe I do still hate him.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss.
“Language, Remy!” Ma howls. “Now, who is that? Are you seeing someone? Did he stay the night? Did you at least go on a date first? God, I hope you’re practicing safe sex. You’ve both gotten tested, right?”
Aliens, if you exist, now is the perfect time to abduct me.
“Mine came back negative when I got admitted,” Win shrugs.To rehab.But that was over five months ago.
