Page 85 of Things We Hide from the Light
I grabbed my robe and hurried after him. “Nash!” I hissed. “Maybe I don’t want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know that we spent the night together again.”
“Too late,” came the deep, annoyed baritone from the other side of the door.
Nash yanked the door open and Lucian, looking like he’d been up for hours already, strolled inside in another one of those bespoke suits.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.
“Do you sleep in a suit?” Nash asked him.
“I don’t sleep,” he quipped.
My vagina hated Lucian Rollins.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“Taking your advice,” he said with a little sizzle to his tone. “Come on, Nash. We’re going to breakfast.”
“No offense, Lucy, but I was in the middle of something that I’d much rather be doing than grabbing eggs with you.”
Lucian shot me a look that would have incinerated a weaker woman. “You’re free to get back to it after I’ve said my piece.”
“I need coffee,” I muttered and headed for the kitchen.
“I warned you,” Lucian called after me.
“Yeah? And I warned you back.” I tossed him a middle finger over my shoulder.
“Warned her? What the hell is this, Lucy?” Nash demanded.
“We need to talk,” Lucian said. “Get dressed.”
“I’ll handle the dog,” I called. “You handle your pain-in-the-ass friend.”
EIGHTEEN
EGGS BENEDICT FOR ASSHOLES
Nash
Iwas not in the mood for breakfast food or the cheerful pop music on the diner’s speakers. For the second day in a row, I hadn’t woken up with that horrible crunching sound echoing in my head.
Instead, I’d woken up to Lina. And my asshole friend had ruined it.
“Where’s your marshal shadow?” my asshole friend asked.
“Probably still in bed. WhereIshould be. You interrupted something.”
“You should be thanking me.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I said just as the server approached.
“I can give you another minute,” he said hesitantly.
“Coffee. Black. Please,” I added as I slid my menu to the edge of the table and glared at Lucian.
“We’ll both have the smoked salmon eggs Benedict with yogurt and berries,” my cockblocking friend said.
“Sure thing,” the kid said before he hustled away.
