We all gather in the kitchen. I reach for the coffee pot, but before I can even fill it, Ben vaults over the counter and snatches it from my hands like a caffeinated ninja.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at his muddy, blood-covered form. “Your little James Bond slide just ruined everything! Evelyn’s going to murder us.”
He snorts and fills the jug with water. “I’d rather face Evelyn’s wrath than die from your toxic brew.”
I gasp and smack him with the tea towel. “I can make coffee, you d**k!”
He nudges me back with his hip, so I hit him harder.
“Oh please,” he scoffs. “You burned water last time. I’m exhausted, I need real coffee, not a chemical hazard. If you make it, we’ll just end up dumping it and starting over. I don’t have the patience.”
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