Page 91 of Finding Storm

Honestly, he could be called Lucifer, and I wouldn’t care.

I like him.

Just him.

“No problem,” he says, folding the paper up and moving it aside.

I’ve just put the plate down when the door opens, and I know just who’s walking in through it.

Fucking hell, Pen!

“Hey, Nick!” She comes striding over. “Thought I’d come and say hello.”

I’m glaring at her. She is, of course, blatantly ignoring me.

I’m going to kill her.

“Sure. Hey. Penny, right?” he says to her.

She giggles.

Actually giggles.

I’ve never heard that girl giggle in her life.

“Yep. That’s me. Penny. Stevie’s best friend. And you’re Nick.”

He nods slowly, staring at her. “Didn’t we already cover that yesterday?”

“Duh. Of course we did. Silly me.” She flicks her hair and giggles again.

Christ almighty.

He’s still staring at her. His brows pinched together.

Then, his eyes dart to me.

I freeze in his gaze.

He holds it there. Then, I watch as his eyes dim before moving down to his plate.

My heart sinks. He knows we know.

He picks his coffee up and takes a large drink.

“Thanks for breakfast,” he says quietly, dismissing me.

Fucking hell, Penny! I’m literally going to murder her.

“No worries,” I say, forcing brightness into my voice. Then, I flash Pen a look that means retribution.

She just shrugs and mouths, What?

“Enjoy your breakfast,” I tell him. “Say bye, Penny.”

“Bye, Penny,” she says, her voice way too high to be normal.

I grab her arm and pull her back into the kitchen.