Page 116 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Or vodka. Is it too early for vodka?”
I grabbed my phone pretending to read something when Levi appeared and placed overflowing plates in front of us. I refused to lift my eyes.
“Bon appetite.”
His deep voice rattled me, and I was glad when he returned to the center island and stove. My heart gave me a disgusted huff. How was I going to survive being trapped in this place with the man who turned my legs to spaghetti with a glance?
And what about my new tattoo? Shit, a daily reminder of what a dumbass I was. How could I be soooo stupid? Word of the day! Dipshitidiot; when dipshit just doesn’t cover it.
I took a bite of breakfast and irritation pumped beneath my skin; damn the hot man who can create a delightful breakfast of fluffy French toast and bacon with the perfect amount of crispness.
I focused on eating slowly because I wanted to inhale this masterpiece when his voice filtered through the room. “How’s everything?”
I was shocked when Lexi nodded. “This is good grub, Levi.”
I could imagine the smile he wore at her words. It made me want to slap him around a little. Edit, a lot. I had a moment of joy hit me at the thought of beating him senseless with spatula and hog tying him with the Christmas tree lights around the window.
I held my fork in the air. “Not my favorite. Good try, I guess.”
All eyes shot to me as my tone was a little more grizzly than I’d expected.
FIFTY-THREE
LEVI
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
I couldn’t figure out what in the hell was happening in the kitchen.
Was this her pretending to hate me again to keep everyone from planning my disappearance? If so, she was succeeding with flying colors.
I turned off the burner. “Anyone want the last slices of bacon?”
Allie’s voice was as sharp as a switchblade. “Nobody wants fuckin’ bacon, Levi.”
The wind was knocked out of me as Clint and Will exchanged a look while Kristina gave me pity eyes. I scratched my head fairly certain this was an act? Yeah, it had to be.
Evan raised his hand. “I’ll take the bacon. And thanks for cooking.”
“Sure.” I cleared my throat. “Evan, I wanted to see if you and Rachel would like to run into town. I saw a coffee shop I thought looked interesting. Anyone else like a mountain coffee shop?”
That was when Allie stood and brought her plate to the sink, but her eyes stayed down. “I’m sure Colorado coffee blows ass. Most things in this freaking state seem to.”
With that she turned and walked out of the room.
I rinsed the pan, put it in the dishwasher, and knew I needed to locate Allie and find the answer to whatever the hell happened this morning.
Once everyone adjourned to the living room, I sprung up the stairs and to her room and turned the knob, to find it locked.
“Langley.” I whispered through the door but was met by silence. I tapped. “Allie.”
“Go away.”
While I had hopes of the door flying open and being pulled inside, it appeared things had taken a turn.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fucking okay.”
