Page 244 of One More Kiss

“If that changes, let me know.” He took a drink of his coffee and then turned to Bailey. “Hungover?”

“Ugh, yes. Apparently, I can’t handle a pitcher of margaritas like I used to.”

Owen laughed. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Why aren’t you more hungover?”

“I didn’t drink a whole lot.”

“Bull, I saw you drinking beers all day.”

“Exactly, all day. I spaced it out and kept a steady buzz rather than hammering back a bottle of tequila.”

Bailey glared. “Don’t judge.”

“No judgment here, just an observation.” He smiled. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Nothing really until it gets dark. Then we’ll sit on the deck and watch the fireworks. The display is always amazing,” Emma answered and finished plating the pancakes.

“These look amazing.” Owen took a plate down and gestured to the chair he had vacated. “Sit, Emma. I’ll get you some breakfast.”

“I won’t argue with that offer.” Emma took a seat, and Owen went to work, fixing three plates of breakfast.

The door opened, and they turned to see a very sweaty Simon coming in.

“Did you seriously go for a run this morning?” Bailey asked with disgust.

He grinned. “I did.”

“Why is no one else in this house human? You, I get”—she gestured to Emma—“being that your pregnant and all that, but you two? Seriously?”

“We didn’t throw back a gallon of tequila.”

Bailey narrowed her eyes at Simon. “It was hardly a gallon.”

He threw his hands up. “Not judging.”

“Hungry?” Owen asked and held up another plate.

“Definitely, you cook?”

“Emma cooked. I’m just serving.”

“Thanks for breakfast, Emma.”

“Anytime.”

Five minutes into breakfast, Pam and Ada stumbled in.

“Thank goodness. You two hungover?” Bailey wondered.

They simply nodded and headed straight to the coffee.

“It’s about time someone else joins my misery. These three are nothing but sunshine and energy.”

“She always like this after drinking?” Simon asked Emma, who nodded.

“Definitely.”

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