TWELVE
GOING OUT FOR LUNCH was the best plan. Getting out of the apartment meant less chance of her distracting Daire. Out of the apartment meant less chance of removing their clothes at least. She still distracted him and in turn his hands distracted certain corners of her body.
After lunch, they went to a coffee shop where she got her favorite frappe and a muffin. Both of which perturbed Styx.
Dragging his feet as they went up the stairs, Styx kept glaring at her cup. “I don’t see why you have a problem with coffee,” he said to his brother.
“It’s not Omega approved.”
“Is there an actual list? In twenty-one years, I don’t think I ever saw a list.”
“The list is in my head,” Daire said. “Right out of Harry’s head.”
“I didn’t fall for that growing up, you think I’m gonna fall for it n
