Elena
As I make my way down the steps, I overhear Viper and Mike shooting the breeze about football and how well the Dawgs team have done this year. It’s as if they have become best friends…
“Elena! Good morning,” my dad greets as I step into the kitchen, as if this Saturday morning is as normal and mundane as any other day. “Do you want a sausage with your eggs?” The cook asks as he gazes upon a few sausage links popping in the frying pan.
My eyes dart to the man in pale blue jeans and a dark hoodie, leaning against the counter by the sink. His expression is on my dad’s back so he can’t see.
That color makes his eyes pop.
“How about it, Elena?” He raises a playful brow. “Do you?” Mike pauses for the innuendo to kick in. “Want a sausage?”
Squinting at him and his teasing smirk that I
