As I stepped into the kitchen, the aroma of scrambled eggs filled my nostrils. My stomach growled in hunger. I also hadn’t eaten since this morning because I was too busy taking care of Alana’s s**t.
“All I found in your fridge were eggs, ham, a protein shake, and two beers.”
“What did you expect, huh? This house is just a hideout when I get tired of dealing with s**t out there.”
“So it’s true that this isn’t your house.”
“My house is in Chicago. I'm here just for business.”
“Is marrying my mother business to you?”
I shrugged my shoulders slowly. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a swig. I caught Fiona staring at me with a blush on her cheeks. She immediately turned her gaze to the sizzling scrambled eggs in the pan.
“Do you want some scrambled eggs too?”
“Yeah. I’m hungry.
