Celeste’s POV
Breakfast had become an unofficial comedy show.
Billy, Josh and Diana and I were sitting around the dining table while Josh and Jamie worked together in the kitchen. Every few minutes, one of the men would throw another comment Josh’s way about the previous night’s activities.
Josh took it surprisingly well.
Diana didn’t.
I could see the embarrassment written all over her face.
She sat quietly beside Josh, her head lowered, her cheeks an almost impossible shade of red. Every time Billy or Jamie made another comment, she seemed to sink a little further into her chair.
I felt sorry for her.
As funny as the situation was, I knew what it was like to feel as though everyone in the room was laughing at you.
So I tried to steer my attention elsewhere.
The smell coming from
