Page 136 of Love Me

“The hacker prefers not to disclose that.”

“Are you fucking stupid? Who’s this guy?”

It’s him assuming it’s a guy. My next words are on him.

“Look, I fucking get we’re not buddies, but I have kept my people safe, and the hacker helped me with that. So keep your bullshit to yourself.”

And for the first fucking time, Hunter keeps his mouth shut. I pick up the box and he follows me downstairs. I place it down on the kitchen island.

“He must have good contacts to get his hands on stuff like this. This must be new.” Hunter studies the transparent sheet.

Celine is the first to come down, followed by Mia.

“Hey, if you were the first in the kitchen, why didn’t you make breakfast?” Celine asks and Mia adds, “Well, chop chop. The first to arrive cooks breakfast.”

Hunter and I exchange a glance. I get the impression he applied my tactic too, waiting for someone else to make breakfast.

I prepare the omelets while he cuts some vegetables and arranges the table.

The click of a camera shutter interrupts the moment. Hunter and I take off after Blake, threatening him. He smirks. “It’s already in the cloud. I would be careful if I were you.”

“Ah, look at them. Is there a hidden camera somewhere?” Abi asks.

Mia says, “Finally. You two never happen to wake up first.”

“What are these?” Abi asks.

Everyone congregates around the package.

“For today,” I answer.

“How did you order these items so quickly?” Celine asks.

Whenever I think we have cleared everything up, new things pop up. I mouth later as Dane comes downstairs.

While we eat, Celine looks curiously at Bailey, who’s engrossed in her phone.

“It’s Bailey, right? You wouldn’t trust an outsider and she has always had her face stuck in a device,” Celine says when we’re back in my room.

I nod. She never ceases to amaze me. “I’ll pretend I don’t know until she confides in me.”

“Thank you.”

She hops on my desk and swings her legs, sighing.

“What if it was my fault, after all, and Felix did me a favor by erasing my memories?”

I step between her legs, tipping her chin up. “We’ll deal with that.”

She chews on her lower lip. “What if Mom’s dead?”

I brush my knuckles against her cheeks. “We’re going to find out, but making yourself crazy with questions is not helpful.”

“You don’t understand…”

“Nothing will change the way I see you, the way I love you.”

“How?”

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