EMBER’S POV
Knox freezes.
Stares down at the yellow mess dripping down his perfect abs with an expression of such profound betrayal that I burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that hurts my ribs and makes my eyes water.
“You,” he says slowly, each word dripping with disbelief, “did not just waste my award-winning eggs.”
“You deserved it.” I’m still laughing, can’t stop laughing. “That’s what you get for being so insufferably cocky all the time.”
“Cocky.” He’s advancing on me now, something predatory lighting up his eyes. “I’ll show you cocky.”
I shriek as he grabs me off the counter and spins me around, his egg-covered chest pressing against my back and thoroughly ruining the shirt of his that I’m wearing.
I’m squirming and laughing and he’s growling mock threats against my ear
