Rae was halfway through Trey’s plate before he even noticed. She sat at the kitchen counter, cross-legged on the stool, nursing her second cup of coffee like it was sacred. Del, lounging lazily on the stool beside her, had already snagged a few pieces of bacon off Elijah’s plate, grinning wickedly.
“Hey—wasn’t that my breakfast?” Trey asked, pointing at the last of his toast disappearing into Rae’s mouth.
Rae didn’t even blink. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law,” she said around a bite, reaching for his bacon next.
Del leaned over, stealing a sausage from Elijah’s plate with a triumphant smirk. “And I’m helping,” she added, licking her fingers like it was a public service.
Will snorted into his mug. “You’re brave, man. I wouldn’t fight her for food before her third cup.”
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