“Morning.”
“Sleep okay?”
“Better after you left.”
I stare at her.
She smiles sweetly.
“More room.”
“Mean.”
“You like me.”
“Unfortunately.”
She turns toward the waffle maker.
I reach for the top waffle.
Her hand slaps mine.
Hard.
“Nope.”
I look at her.
“That’s my kitchen.”
“Currently my kitchen.”
“I live here.”
“Congratulations.”
She slides the waffle onto a plate.
I reach again.
Another slap.
“Hannah.”
“My man gets the first plate.”
Noise erupts behind us.
I slowly turn my head.
Noah has both hands over his mouth.
Eli is bent across the counter.
Jalen is pointing at us.
Vale looks personally betrayed.