Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Shit.”
This is the third pancake I’ve folded in half while flipping this morning.
I barely slept a few minutes last night, worried about Izzy. I kept finding myself outside her door, listening to see if I could hear her breathing. Then, feeling like a creeper, I’d trudge back downstairs and into my room.
I made Matthew stay overnight after freshening up one of the spare rooms. He demanded to pay, which turned into a whisper-argument, until he won and immediately turned into a self-satisfied bastard.
I think I’m cranky.
“You need help over there?” Asher asks from the kitchen table, where he and Matthew are seated for the pancakes, bacon, coffee, and tea I’d prepared for them.
I let out a frustrated sigh and ignore him. “When was the last time someone checked on Izzy?”
“I was up there a few minutes ago,” Matthew says. “Her shower was running, so she’s up.”
Deep inhale, long exhale. She’s okay. Now, maybe I can flip the next pancake properly.
Footsteps start pounding down the stairs like I’ve booked a herd of elephants at the B&B, and the energy of the kitchen changes in a blink.
“Gods, I’m starving!” Izzy calls as she bounces into the kitchen wearing a tee and jeans, a pair of bright socks on her feet.
She rushes me for a slice of cooling bacon, grinning up at me before taking a bite, then turning to the table.
“Good to see you this morning, Matthew,” she says with a tinge of smugness in her tone.
“Breakfast smells wonderful, as usual,” she goes on before floating away to the table, licking her fingertips clean of the bacon remnants.
We’re all staring at her as she prepares a mug of coffee, then fills a plate before sitting in a vacant spot at the table. With a forkful of pancake, she freezes mid-bite, casting a look at each of us. “What?”
How… how do we answer that?
“Oh!” she exclaims, putting her fork down on the plate. “Hey, I’m really sorry about last night. I was just super horny for some reason.”
And I’ve dropped my spatula on the floor.
“Really, I hope that you guys are okay, and I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Her voice is a bit softer now, unsure.
As I pick up the spatula and toss it into the sink, then grab a clean one, Asher clears his throat. “I think I speak for all of us, love, when I say any time you get randy again, we’d be more than happy to oblige.”
And there goes the other spatula.