I stared into the refrigerator, eyeing the milk. I had a box of Fruity Pebbles in the pantry. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten, let alone the last time I’d eaten a real meal…was it when I’d cooked for Copeland?
I was hungry, but I wasn’t particularly interested in eating. I wanted something quick and easy.
Fruity Pebbles.
I pulled the milk out of the fridge and crossed the kitchen to the pantry for the cereal box. I could feel Reid’s eyes on me, but I fully expected him to stare. I wore his T-shirt and another useless thong. I was confident he was holding his breath, waiting for the next glimpse he’d get of my bare a*s.
But once he realized what I was doing, from where he sat at the table by the bay window, he sighed.
“You can’t survive on just cereal, Nat.”
I scoffed a
