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Smart-ass.
“That’s all you’re gonna eat?” I ask. “Don’t you need brain food or something?”
“Sheesh, you sound like Emily.” She sets her bowl in the sink. “My friend’s picking me up,” she says, answering my earlier question.
“The speed racer?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
“Does Emily know?”
“Yes, Officer Dex.”
“Funny.” If only she knew how off the markthatis. “What time does your sister usually get up?”
She shrugs. “Usually she’s up with me, but I’m headed to school early to work on the sets before classes start.”
“Any idea what she likes to have for breakfast?”
“Why?” she singsongs. “You planning to make her breakfast inbeeeed?”
Oh boy. This one’s a handful. I bite my lip to stop from laughing. No need to encourage her. “Maybe.”
“If she has time, she makes eggs.” Libby wrinkles her nose. “If not, she’ll toast a bagel or something and eat it on her long drive to work.” Libby slips past me. “She drinks tea, not coffee.”
“Tea. Got it.” I glance at her empty hands. “You’re not bringing anything to school?”
“My backpack’s out there.” She tilts her head toward the living room.
“What about lunch?” Why am I acting like her fucking dad or something?
“You sure are nosy.” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ll buy from the cafeteria.”
A car horn blasts from outside.
“That’s my ride!” Libby backs into the kitchen door, bumping it open with her elbows. “Bye, Dex!”
“Have a good day,” I call after her.
The front door slams shut a few seconds later. Laughing and shaking my head, I pick up a teakettle from the stove and fill it with water. After I light one of the burners and set the kettle over the flame, I realize I’m still smiling.
CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
Emily
The whistleof my teakettle pulls me down the stairs. Libby sent me a text that she went to school early, so it has to be Dex in my kitchen?
Delicious smells tempt my nose when I near the kitchen door. I push it open.
And stare.
No man should look that good in yesterday’s clothes. Barefoot in my kitchen. Cooking eggs?
“What’s happening here?” I rasp, my voice still scratchy from sleep.
He glances at me over his shoulder and smiles. “Breakfast. You’re familiar with the concept, right?”
I swallow hard and blink rapidly to clear my vision.
