Chapter 21
JONAH
I’d been busting to go see our mate from the moment we’d woken up, but Tommy convinced me to go for a run first. Then breakfast at Milly’s and a shower. By the time we were actually ready to go, it was almost eleven a.m.
“For f**k’s sake, Tommy. Hurry up!” I paced the lounge. “Or I’m gonna leave without you.”
“You have your own car, you know,” Elliot said from the kitchen where he was eating a second—or was it a third?—breakfast.
I glared at him for being right. “Don’t you ever stop eating?”
He laughed. “Not really.”
“Thanks for the reminder. I’ve got my own car.” I charged for the front door and Tommy came out of his bedroom, his shirt still unbuttoned and his shoes in his hand. “Stop being such an old woman. I’m coming.”
I growled and shook my head. “Nope. See yo
