Pepper
Rhett had been outside with Brawn for a while and I had gone into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. The table was still cluttered from our research last night, so I ate while leaning against the kitchen counter. Rhonda came in and gave me curious, knowing glances while pouring herself orange juice.
I died inside, and wished I could climb inside the kitchen cabinet, never to be seen again.
“So, how was your night?” Rhonda asked before taking a sip.
“Do we have to do this?”
“Come on, I need answers! You didn’t think I’d be curious?”
“I told him to be in his own room before either of you were up.” I muttered before I could stop myself. Her brows rose, and my face warmed. Why did I say that? I stopped myself from smacking my hand into my forehead. What do I say now?
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