Page 75 of The Exception

“Morning, sleepyhead. No run today?”

Sonya was surprised to see everyone awake and sitting around the breakfast table the next morning. She’d kinda thought they’d all still be passed out after their drunken escapades the night before. Instead, they were crowded around the breakfast table enjoying the food Emma had prepared for them all.

Sonya’s stomach growled at the sight, reminding her that she was actually starving. The studies were right. Good sex burned a whole lot of calories. She probably didn’t need to run for at least a week.

She grabbed a plate, filling it with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. “I decided to take a break.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed as she sipped her coffee. “That goes on the list of things I never thought I’d hear you say.”

Sonya smirked and bit into a piece of bacon. “You’re the one who told me to work on changing little things. You should be happy I’m taking your advice.”

Em shrugged. “It’s a start. I’ll be happy when you start taking my advice on other things. Especially when those other things make you as happy as I’ve seen you this weekend.”

An image of Trav looking up from between her legs with that grin she’d become addicted to flashed through Sonya’s mind and set her skin on fire. Thank God her blushes were virtually undetectable.

She slid into the empty chair next to Adam who gave her one of thoseshe’s your best friend and you know how she islooks before refocusing on his food.

She was definitely going to tell Emma about the seismic shift in her relationship with Trav, but it wasn’t going to happen in front of everyone.

“Emma—”

“Morning.”

Trav’s gravelly morning voice and her accompanying belly-flip interrupted the rest of her argument. He’d appeared in the kitchen in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, much more than he’d been wearing the last time she saw him and memories of last night popped like fireworks in her brain.

Adam moved over, leaving the chair beside Sonya free, and Trav dropped into it, his arm brushing hers.

“Morning,” she answered. “How’d you sleep?”

He smirked.Shoot. Was that too obvious?

She sucked at this.

“Slept great,” he replied, eyes glued to hers. The air thickened with the idea of saying fuck it and kissing him good morning, but she had to act cool. Everything had changed last night, and she wasn’t about to let the whole room catch on to that fact before she had a chance to properly dissect it.

And maybe relive it a few more times.

“It’s the lake air,” Emma said. “I slept like a baby. I hate that we have to leave today.”

Dylan leaned back in the chair directly across from Sonya and flashed a grin that could only be described as devious.

What was he up to?

“I don’t know, Em,” he said. “I think this place might be haunted. I heard a door closing early this morning, like three a.m. Then footsteps in the hall.”

A prickle of nerves ran down Sonya’s spine, but she brushed it off. It was just a coincidence.

But then Dylan winked in her direction and she knew it wasn’t.

She’d kicked Trav out of her room at three a.m. on the dot. It had been torture, forcing herself to shake him awake and tell his adorable bed-head and sexy bare chest that they had to leave, but she’d been hoping to avoid exactly this. The early morning escape made the most sense. If anyone heard anything, they’d assume someone was using the bathroom or Cat was up with Lucia.

And that story still tracked, so it was fine. Dylan didn’t know a damn thing. He was just being annoying. Like usual. Teasing her to get her to look guilty and out herself.

Well, it wasn’t working. Of all people, she wasn’t getting outsmarted by Dylan.

She pasted on an unbothered grin. “You were probably still dreaming. All of those cookies before bed made you weird-er.”

Dani shook her head around her sip of OJ. “No, I heard it too. Sort of like a softclick, like it didn’t want to get caught.”

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