“You didn’t even want us here, did you?”

I don’t mean to sound this sharp, but I do. And I don’t care.

Reo doesn’t even flinch as he presses down the toaster lever, eyes dead-set on the counter. Like I’m invisible. Like I’m not standing here with Blue on my hip, heart pounding, my bandaged arm still sore, and the echo of last night’s kiss still stinging my lips.

He finally speaks. “Didn’t ask you here, O’Neal. I just said I was having breakfast.”

I blink. Just that?

That’s it?

Just wanted breakfast?

I set Blue down into the high chair slowly, carefully, and still, my fingers shake. Not from...