Chapter 12
Wade
My knee bounced and my fingers tapped against my empty coffee cup. I was trying to focus on what was being said, but all I heard was fragments.
“…coming back…”
Drew nudged my knee with his and I shot him a smile that felt more like a grimace. When Liam pushed the box of cookies in front of me, I shook my head.
Liam frowned and nudged it closer. Then he stared at me until I caved and took a cookie. It could have been sawdust for all I cared.
I got his confusion, though. Being Swedish, I had fika in my blood and usually I loved these moments in the mornings before starting our days. On a normal day, I could drink coffee, scarf down pastries, and enjoy the great company for hours, or at least until the non-Swedes got bored and wandered off.
But not today. Not when Prest
