AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You got me breakfast?” Yes. Yes, I realized that all I was doing here was repeating things other people in the room said. I’d had one espresso. I was doing my best here.
Max went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon, then handed a bottle of creamer to Wes who was pouring coffee.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Win said, finally peeling off the gloves with a snap and tossing them in the sink. Once that was done, he grabbed a mug and popped another pod in the Nespresso machine, this time setting it to brew a full cup of strong coffee.
I stared as he backtracked to the fridge, moving around Max who was cracking the eggs into a bowl by the stove to grab a carton of cream.
I gave it a derisive look, and he made a sound. “That’s the boring kind without any sugar. The fun stuff is over there with Wes.”
“You got that for me?”
“Well, I sure as hell am not using it. I needs my sugar,” Win said, bracing his palms on the counter on either side of me to pull himself up so we were face to face. “How about you give me some?”
My lips rolled in, and my ears turned hot. Win wagged his eyebrows at me. Shooting forward, I pecked a kiss on his lips, and he dropped back onto his feet.
Max made a sound. “He overturned this entire kitchen for you. And made us help.”
“We wanted to help.” Wes corrected.
Max grunted. The fork in his hand made a sharp clang when he dropped it against the bowl. “You want some eggs, Lars?”
“Ah—” I started, but Win cut me off.
“I’ll make him breakfast.”
“I can get my own breakfast,” I protested.
Win tsked and handed me the coffee he’d just brewed. “Drink your coffee, angel.”
I took the cup, and he unsealed the brand-new cream and handed it to me next.
“I’m not helpless,” I told him even as I took the cream and added just a little to my cup.
“They treat me like this too,” Wes said, forlorn.
I wasn’t all that upset about it, though. In fact, my stomach was somersaulting around in my middle, and I was reminding myself not to get used to this.
In the two years I’d dated Oskar, he’d never once made me coffee or food or gone to the store. Even when I was sick, I did it all.
A light touch on my thigh brought my attention up from the cream swirling around in the dark coffee.
“What’s up?” Win asked softly.
I shook my head. “I just… You cleaned the kitchen because of me?”
He nodded once. “Threw out all the food too. You can eat here anytime and it will be safe, okay? This house is officially nut-allergy friendly.”
“Actually, he didn’t throw it out. He just gave it all to Jamie.” Wes clarified.
Max grunted. “Same difference. Bro is a walking trashcan.”
“We cleaned everything just to be sure there’s no cross-contamination. Everything that comes in here will be safe.” He assured me, then glanced around at his brothers. “Right?”
They both agreed, but I barely listened. The sound of my own heartbeat was so loud in my ears. My fingers ached around the mug from gripping it so tight, and my chest felt constricted as if I were wearing a too-small compression shirt.
Win’s hand moved over my thigh again, lightly rubbing.
“You don’t have to do that. You three shouldn’t have to limit what you eat because of me. I don’t even live here.”
