Rainy's POV
I walk into the kitchen and there's a dude in a pink satin bathrobe drinking out of my special mug. What the f*ck? Great.
I try and think fast, and so I grab a knife out of the knife block on the countertop because I don't know what else to do. Looking down at my hand, I see I have grabbed a meat cleaver. How perfect. What am I going to do with this? Chop his coffee arm off?
F*ck! I can't believe that Bron left me and now I have to deal with this all alone!
To be honest, the guy doesn't look scary, and he seems quite relaxed sitting at our kitchen table, almost as though he had slept over...
Oh.
I hear Cass moaning some words from her bedroom in a hungover garble of dry tongue stuck
to the roof of her mouth.
Gawd, I am so great at overreacting sometimes. Of course. The
