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“Do you have any bread?” She scowled. And she was the only person I knew who was beautiful when she did.
“In the pantry.”
She stuck two slices in the toaster. I winced as I braved trying the omelet.
“What’s wrong with you? This is good.” I shoveled more of it into my mouth.
“Eggs. Ugh.”
“You still sick?” I held up a little bite to Blake. Half of it ended up on his shirt.
“No.” She made a face. “Can’t handle eggs right now.”
A hint of worry wound its way through me, even as I pretended it didn’t. She really needed to eat more. “Your loss.”
“Why couldn’t you go to your room?” she repeated.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I knew exactly what she meant, but like hell I’d explain myself.
“Last night. You said you couldn’t go to your room.”
“I was out of my mind.”
The bread popped out of the toaster. Marlow searched the fridge and produced a jar of grape jelly. She smeared some on a piece and nibbled on the edge.
“I don’t believe you,” she said quietly.
“I don’t care.” I munched on bacon before I sighed. “Thanks for breakfast. I feel better and worse already.”
“Why do I bother?” She dropped her unfinished toast on my plate. “Let’s go, pumpkin. We’re already late.”
“I appreciate the endearment, but it’s going to take more than that to get me to like you.”
Without a word, she collected her son and marched out.
She’d done something nice for me . . .I think. And this time I’d been rude. She had a funny way of showing she cared. But she did.
Worse. I definitely felt worse.
Chapter Seventeen
Marlow
“You forgot to give me a key.”
Holt dug in his pocket. “Here.” He dropped the gold key in my hand. “I’m sorry. About yesterday.”
“No big deal,” I said as if it were a very big deal.
“Dad told me what happened.Shekeeps calling him—”
“This just gets better and better.” I sprayed the windows with cleaner and wiped them down.
“Marlow—”
“Don’t make excuses for him. Not one of you would listen to me when I tried to explain that I didn’t tell her about the wedding. Turns out you’ve all been hiding things from me.” Anger. There was so much anger all the time. I was sick of it. Sick of fighting all the time. But I didn’t know how to do anything else.
“Your track record hasn’t been the best.”
