Whistling at the tune of the song, Delilah woke Teddy up, although he didn’t expect to wake up and live to pretend as Natalie, not as himself for the second day.
“Shoot, Nat. When are you gonna come out?” He stomped out of bed and looked at his reflection in the full-body mirror. “Look what your odious job did to my handsome face. I got this—” He took a closer look and frowned at the pimple on his nose. “Come on! How do you stand this thing?”
He walked out of the room to the dining area, pouting with furrowed brows. Pulling a bamboo chair, he groaned loud enough for Damian to hear his presence.
“Stop making that sound. You’re creeping me out.” The old man left the stove to sit opposite his son. “Now, go on. Put your muscles to work. I know you too well. You groan like a lazy lion when y
