Violet's POV
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I watch Imogen bustle around our kitchen. Every available counter is covered with baked goods from her midnight baking session after Gypsy woke everyone up the second time.
Brett happily eats his way through his second breakfast sandwich of bacon and eggs, moaning in delight.
"Anyone would think you're having s*x with those moans." Lex chuckles and takes a bite of his own.
"This food is so good, though. How are you all so fit with a genius in the kitchen?" Brett sighs, watching Imogen as though she's a goddess as she boxes up cupcakes, muffins, and cookies, her trays of croissants and pain au chocolat's cooling on the counter beside the oven.
"We work out, and I'm in the studio every available second. Plus, this isn't for us. Not everything she makes is for us." I
