Cole:
The eggs were getting cold. Not that I gave a damn.
I sat in the booth, watching the front door swing closed after Juliette stormed out. The waitress came by and asked if I wanted a box. I waved her off without even looking at her.
She left.
Smart girl.
I leaned back in the booth, one arm stretched across the seat like I owned the place, but my jaw was clenched so tight it ached. My lip still throbbed from Maddox’s punch, and every time my tongue touched the split skin, it just pissed me off more.
She was supposed to be excited about going to breakfast with me. I'm Cole f*****g Kingston for crying out loud. She was supposed to feel sorry for me for being punched over her. But running to him?
That wasn’t part of the plan.
I pulled out my phone and opened her i********:. Not
