A knock sounded on the door.
“I’ll get it,” Luke’s voice boomed as he strode down the hallway from his bedroom.
Drew and I shared a look. When was the last time Luke had offered to do anything?
There were muffled voices, and then he and Hallie appeared. I couldn’t help but stare, taking in her cheeks rosy from the cold, bright berry lips, and shining gray eyes.
“Morning,” she greeted with a hesitant smile.
“Thank God,” Drew called. “Dad’s trying to kill us.”
Hallie’s brows flew up. “Kill you?”
“He’s making breakfast. Food that requires heat and ingredients that spoil.”
“Drew…” I warned.
Luke covered a laugh with a cough.
Hallie fought a smile. “That’s nice of your dad.”
“It’s not nice if he kills us,” Drew whined.
Hallie’s teeth bit down on the lip I wanted to tug and taste. “What if I supervise? Would that help?”
Drew stared at her as he debated. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
Hallie laughed as she headed in my direction, the movement accentuating her long legs in another pair of those damned leggings. She might as well have worn nothing under that sweater. The thought had me hardening against my zipper.
Fuck.
I tried to think of something—anything—else as she approached. Baseball. Nope. Paperwork. Not even close. Drew’s rank-as-hell lacrosse pads? That did it.
“Drew, go make sure Charlie’s getting ready while I add a little extra poison to your food.”
“Not cool, bruh,” he called as he headed out of the kitchen.
Luke just snorted.
Hallie sent me a nervous smile. “Can I help with anything?”
“Want to handle toast and drinks?” Anything to put some distance between us so her orange-blossom scent wasn’t teasing my nose.
“You got it.” Hallie turned and smiled widely at Luke. “Can you grab me some juice glasses?”
Luke opened his mouth as if to argue but simply nodded instead.
Was I in theTwilight Zone?
I gave the eggs one more stir, then put them on the platter with the bacon. My phone buzzed in my back pocket as thundering footsteps sounded from the hallway.
Roan’s name flashed across the screen, and I frowned as I answered it. “Everything okay?”
“Why do you always answer the phone like that?” he groused.
“Because when people call, there’s usually a problem.”
Roan was silent for a moment.
