his eyebrows.
“I was talking to Neri, not you.” I poked my tongue out at him.
“Pancakes do sound good.” Admitted Neri, smiling. I flipped Devon the bird as he chuckled.
“Kait!” Sam stood at the end of the counter, horrified by what he’d seen. I clapped my hand over my mouth as his own dropped open in shock.
“You did the finger.” His eyes grew wide.
Devon and Neri both fought back laughter. If he was upset with that, wait till he heard some of the language that came out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry Sam. I shouldn’t have done that. It was very, very rude of me.” Sam nodded, his little face creased with concern.
“You should say sorry to Devon.” He finally said. I turned to Devon, who was waiting for his apology, thoroughly amused. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“Sorry.” I murmured, making sure he knew I was not in the slightest bit sorry.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Sorry.” I repeated icily, knowing full well he’d heard the first time.
“Are you really? Because I’m not feeling it.” He chuckled as I threw him a look. Sam looked satisfied and went back to his cartoons.
“I hope you’re not expecting pancakes.” I muttered to Devon. He laughed, pushing himself off the counter.
“What if I make them?”
“You?” I repeated doubtfully, as he wandered around my side of the counter. He brushed up against me as he reached for the mixing bowl.
“Yes, me.” He murmured. Neri raised her eyebrows and grabbed her juice.
“I don’t think I need to see this.” She announced, heading for the couch. I felt my cheeks color.
“You blush a lot, Kait.” Devon cocked his head and grinned at me. Which, of course, made me blush more. “Imagine if you actually had something to blush about.” He whispered in my ear.
I pulled back in shock. Was he hitting on me? I drew in a breath, and backed out of his way. He winked at me, and set about preparing breakfast.
I had to admit, the pancakes were pretty damn good. Much better than my slightly rubbery discs would have been. They were even better once they were drizzled with a decent amount of butter and maple syrup.
“If you can cook like this, you’re welcome for breakfast anytime.” I joked.
“Really?” He raised his eyebrow and grinned. My eyes widened when I realized how that sounded.
“Oh no, I didn’t mean-“
“I know exactly what you meant.” He interrupted me. I froze as I felt his hand brush over my thigh under the table. Aiming my foot over his, I brought it down. Hard.
“Holy sh…aker.” Devon cried, reaching under the table to massage his injured foot. I smiled at him sweetly.
“Holy shaker? What does that mean?” Sam looked at Devon, confused.
“It means your sister is nasty.” He muttered, shaking his head at me.
“Which one?”
“When have I ever been nasty, Sam? Obviously he means Kait.” Neri rolled her eyes at her brother. Sam nodded in agreement.
“What did I do?” I cried, annoyed that I was instantly the nasty one.
“Oh, you know.” Devon narrowed his eyes at me.
“Well if I did anything, I’m sure you deserved it.” I smiled sweetly. “Shouldn’t you be heading to your birthday ‘thing’?”
Devon opened his mouth, and then thought better of it. Nodding he stood up. “I guess I had better be going. Thanks for breakfast.” A slow, suggestive smile spread across his face.
“Why thank me? You made it.” I grumbled, following him to the door. He leaned behind me, to grab the jacket off the hook. I held my breath. He was so close, I could feel his breath on my cheek.
“I’ll see you soon.” He murmured in my ear. I felt myself nodding. I had enjoyed this breakfast thing much more than I wanted to admit.
Back in the kitchen, Neri eyed my suspiciously. “You look weird.” I shrugged my shoulders. “And you’re acting kinda funny.” She added.
“No idea what you are talking about, Neri.” I gathered up the dishes and began loading them in the dishwasher. Neri stood staring at me for a moment.
“Okay.” She shrugged, wandering off.
Chapter Six
Sunday night I tossed and turned for most of the night. I wasn’t sure what had me more nervous. Neri starting at South West, or the fact that I still needed a job.
Between the two, I managed less than two hours sleep. I dragged myself out of bed at six, after unsuccessfully trying to fall back to sleep. My stomach grumbled loudly, demanding to be fed. In the kitchen, I looked through the fridge. Eggs, bacon,