Highlander frowns at the spread before him. Looking thoroughly riled in a stained sweatshirt and crumpled tan sweatshirt, he scratches at his mussed hair. "I had to end my date for this." He groans, dropping onto the couch next to Kelsey, who makes a show of scooting away from him.
"How'd you send your own hand home?" She asks, a snort punctuating her remark. I roll my eyes at the both of them and thrust plates onto each of their ungrateful laps.
Sure, this wasn't a continental breakfast but I'd tried. Kellan had even helped. Toast, eggs three ways and cut up apples, peanut butter on the side. It was good for college, and these beggars couldn't be choosers. "Shut up and eat." I snap, running a hand over my frizzed-out hair.
Sleep had been . . . difficult.
In truth, while I'd brushed of
