Chapter 6
Sawyer
There’s an entire kitchen island between us but Zoey seems like she’s ready to run. She takes a deep breath and her eyes scan my body before she shifts her gaze to the bowl before her. Her expression settles, but her shaking hand is a sign she’s nervous.
“You’re up late.”
No response. I’ve been waiting for the silent treatment and here it is. And I don’t like it.
Zoey goes for a spoon and returns to the island, eyes only on her cereal. I pour myself a bowl and sit next to her. She hesitates, but fills her mouth after a moment. I sigh. “You know, everyone else is asleep. You can stop pretending not to notice me.”
Still nothing. I take a bite and shrug. “I’m more than happy to hold a conversation on my own, sweetheart.”
She takes another bite and flips her hair over h
