Cara’s POV
Jason chuckled softly, placing another plate of food in front of Megan as she slid into a seat at the table. “You’re lucky you even got breakfast after sitting out there sulking,” he teased, earning an exaggerated eye-roll from her.
“I wasn’t sulking. I was plotting your demise,” Megan shot back, smirking as she reached for her fork. “You just happened to distract me with bacon.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Megs, you’re so dramatic. But seriously, I’m sorry for not hearing my phone. I’ll find it after breakfast.” I said.
“That would be nice,” she said pointedly, her mouth full of food. “I thought something had happened to you. And don’t give me that look, Cara. I worry about you, okay?”
Jason leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his face softening. “She has a point,
