Chapter 13
The smell of burning toast filled the penthouse kitchen.
Sebastian stood at the counter, staring at the toaster like it had personally betrayed him. He had been trying to make breakfast for thirty minutes, and so far he had burned two pieces of toast, scrambled the eggs until they were rubber, and somehow managed to set off the smoke alarm.
This was ridiculous. He ran a billion-dollar company. He negotiated multi-million-dollar deals before lunch. He could surely manage to make breakfast for his wife.
His wife.
The words still felt strange in his head, even after waking up with Harper in his arms for the second morning in a row. Even after they had agreed to abandon the pillow wall and stop pretending, there was something happening between them.
Sebastian heard Harper's do
