“How are they looking?” Emmet asks when I walk into the kitchen. The sun was beaming through the kitchen window as Burney made breakfast for us all with Emmet’s help.
I look down at the frying pan with the eggs in it that Emmet held. The eggs were black around the edges and I look at Burney at the corner of my eye.
“Yeah, looking good,” Burney says, and I cover my mouth from laughing.
“Are you lying?”
“No, no,” Burney says, and his hands go to Emmet’s shoulder as he begins to massage them. “They look good.”
“Mmm tasty,” I add, but hide my face from the both of them.
“Now I know you’re lying,” Emmet says.
“What?” I feign offence. “I am not lying…”
“Alison, I have known you for over a decade now… You think I can’t tell when you’re lying?” he asks.
I look at him for a brief se
