I rolled my eyes and moved back to the stove. “I made tomato and mozzarella quiche.”
“That sounds amazing,” Caden said.
“Got enough for one more?” Nash asked hopefully.
I sent him a scathing look. “I should make you watch us eat it.”
Nash pouted. “But you’d never do that because you know it’s my favorite, and you love me.”
I scoffed. “Everything’s your favorite.”
“I’ve got a good appetite. I think I’m still growing.”
Caden snorted.
I dished slices of quiche and some sliced oranges onto three plates. “Water, milk, or OJ?”
“Water,” they answered at the same time.
I poured three tall glasses and carried them over to the island. I took the stool next to Caden, giving myself some distance from Nash. I didn’t trust myself not to deck my brother.
He gave me those puppy dog eyes. “Thank you, G. You’re my favorite sister, and I love you the most.”
“I’m your only sister.”
He shrugged as he dug into the quiche. “Even if I had a dozen sisters, you’d still be my favorite.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I scolded.
“It’s a compliment to the chef,” Nash said around another mouthful of food.
Caden grinned as he swallowed a bite. “This really is amazing. Thank you.”
Warmth swept through me. “Thanks. It’s nice to have someone other than me to cook for.”
“You can always cook for me,” Nash mumbled.
I shook my head. “I don’t know how Maddie puts up with you.”
“I’m generous with my sexual favors as payment.”
I gagged. “I donotneed to know about that.”
Caden chuckled. “Maybe not breakfast talk, Nash.”
A phone rang, and Nash slid his cell out of his pocket. “Speak of the devil.” He tapped his screen as he slid off the stool and headed into the living room. “Hey, Mads.”
I adjusted my insulin pump and then took a bite of quiche, but my gaze pulled to Caden. It was more than the shadows in his eyes; dark circles rimmed them, too. “What’s wrong?”
He looked up. “Nothing.”
I didn’t look away, calling BS on his denial. “You look like you didn’t sleep, you and Nash both look like you went ten rounds, and there’s something in your eyes.”
Caden reached for his water and took a sip, but he didn’t answer.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
He spun his glass in circles. “You always see more than everyone else.”
