Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,44
pillow, and being wrapped in his arms was better than any sleeping pill. “You?”
He winked. “Likewise.”
She finished off her bacon and took a sip of the orange juice. “So, where on Earth…” she hesitated, then added with a laugh, “Okay maybe not Earth. But where did you learn to cook like this?”
He paused, holding his fork by his mouth, and his eyebrow arched. “You don’t know how to cook pancakes and bacon?”
“Oh, I can cook,” she retorted. “If you like black pancakes and burnt bacon.”
“Good thing I can cook, then.” He smirked. “One of us better make sure we’re eating well.”
Over the rim of her glass, she studied him as he polished off his pancake in a few short bites. He spoke so confidently about their relationship, as if he had no doubt things would work out between them, and she liked that, too. His self-assurance appealed to her, even if it could irritate her all the same.
A knock came at the front door. Before she could even stand, it opened, and Drake called, “Nexi?”
“In here,” she called back.
She had spent nearly every dinner with Drake since she’d come to the Otherworld, and each time she told him he didn’t need to knock and could simply walk in. However, every time he arrived at her door, he remained adamantly against the idea. Obviously, they didn’t have that custom in the Otherworld. Well, in her Earthworld, family didn’t wait at the door like a stranger, and she smiled to herself, glad he’d finally come around.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, cutting into her pancake. “Kyden’s a god in the kitchen.”
“I…”
Nexi lifted her head, finding her father staring angrily at the guardian across from her. She lowered her fork, scrunching her nose, wondering what in the hell he was angry about, until it hit her.
She was his daughter.
Kyden was sitting in her kitchen.
He had so clearly stayed the night.
Drake sat in a chair directly in front of Kyden and leaned in, his eyes blazing. “Training is going well, I see.”
“Going real good.” Kyden hummed and lifted his pancake to his mouth. His fierce stare never left Drake’s as he chewed.
Nexi didn’t know where to look and ended up looking between them, each man appearing on the verge of pounding the hell out of the other. They were in a serious testosterone staring contest. It wouldn’t have surprised her in the least if they pulled their balls out and decided the winner that way.
Blessedly, after an incredibly long awkward moment, Kyden downed his orange juice, then stood. “I better go change.”
She exhaled a sigh of relief, which quickly turned to a gasp as Kyden yanked her from her chair and sealed his mouth over hers. The kiss lasted way, way, too long. And was a scorching hot, fingers-tangled-in-her-hair, type of kiss that shouldn’t happen in front a dad.
Once he broke away, leaving her breathless, he untangled his fingers from her hair. “Sorry to leave you to the mess.”
Kyden clearly meant his words for her, but he fixed his eyes elsewhere, and when Nexi followed his gaze she took a giant step back. It became quite clear whom she got her temper, because Drake looked ready to blow his lid.
He rose from his chair, sending it flying back and slamming into the wall as he stood. “I’ll join you.”
“Drake,” she said with hesitation.
Both men ignored her, staring daggers at each other, and a sudden burst of anger flooded her veins. First, they overlooked her as if she didn’t stand there. Second, Drake’s chair had put a humongous dent in her wall. “Pissed” took on a completely new meaning. “Look at what you did to my wall.”
Kyden winked at her, then left the kitchen. Nearly in the same second, Drake spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. The moment Nexi heard the front door slam behind them, all hell broke loose.
Pushing out of her chair, she rushed toward the front door, hearing yelling, loud thumps, and deep grunts from the other side of the door. Just as she reached for the handle, it got quiet. Opening the door a crack, she peeked out, but they were gone. Apparently, all the commotion had been the two of them fighting their way out of the Guardians’ House.
She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Cavemen.” She shut the door behind her, knowing there wasn’t much she could do about it. Even if they were fighting, she’d never jump in the middle of them. She wasn’t stupid.