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She shakes her head. “You seriously need to start using your phone as a backup alarm.”
“Definitely,” I agree, knowing I don’t need to worry about it tonight.
Parker gets up like clockwork at the same time every morning, as if he’s still a student.
We get into class and take our usual seats together near the back.
The teacher starts to drone as he passes out worksheets.
I can’t stop my thoughts from drifting to what happened last night between me and Dante.
I don’t know how I feel about it, other than shocked, and I’m going to have to start figuring it out.
Chapter fourteen
Sean
Parker’sgoingthroughthekitchen cupboards when I step into the main room, after showering and dressing for the day despite barely sleeping a wink last night and knowing tonight will be another sleepless night. I don’t grudge Amanda’s desire to spend time alone with each of us. It feels natural that she wants time to bond with us alone as well as together as a group.
I just know it’s going to drive me crazy waiting to get the chance to talk to her and find out how she feels about the huge thing that happened last night.
The longer we leave it, the harder it’s going to get.
The blessing will affect all of us until it’s accepted.
I move over to the kitchen counter and frown at the various boxes and tins that are laid out there.
“What are you doing?” I ask Parker.
If he’s considering making something with this crazy mishmash of ingredients, I’m not sure I want any breakfast this morning.
He turns to me, smiling wryly. “What does it look like?”
“The world’s worst breakfast?”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “I’m clearing out. There’s stuff in here that’s four years past expiry.”
“Okay,” I murmur, realizing it’s his way of coping with not being able to talk to Amanda until later.
He does usually clean whenever he’s freaking out about something.
That something is usually small, and it means the apartment never gets dusty.
The cupboard clear out he’s doing now probably started with taking stuff out to clean the insides.
It turned into tossing old stuff when he noticed a crazy expiry date.
“Well, thank Apollo it’s not breakfast,” I tell him.
“I feel like you might be looking for something to eat,” Parker says. “I’d avoid any of the items I’ve laid out here, for sure.”
He places another can down on the counter. “Three years.”
“Wow. I’m sure I had a tin of chicken noodle last month.”
“If you did, it was definitely past its expiry date. I don’t remember buying any in the last year.”
“Then I guess I’m lucky I didn’t get sick.”
