This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,17
doing what he was told when it comes to Dickie. But I can’t help but wonder what’s next in the Wilder-Jacobs saga? There’s bound to be another surprise for me; something that will knock me off my feet. And judging by what’s happened, it’ll be right when I think I can trust him.
Regardless, we have to do this together, and I really want to know more about Cole and what the hell Lance Jacobs got himself involved in.
Pulling the door open, I immediately smell bacon and hear Wyatt’s calm yet firm instructions before a glass shatters. “What the hell, dude?” he yells.
I smirk as I walk toward the kitchen. I only hope whatever broke has nothing to do with the delicious bacon because my appetite is back in full force.
When I round the corner, Wyatt is clearly frustrated with Stone as he armchair quarterbacks how to make breakfast from the living room. He groans as Stone opens the oven. “I told you to use the other pan.”
“I’m just going to hire a chef while you can’t cook.”
“Money doesn’t fix everything,” Wyatt mocks, winking at me as I get closer.
“Obviously,” Stone growls. He places the pan of sizzling bacon on the island, and I sigh. Thank God.
“Better eat that up before Stone screws it up,” Wyatt says.
Stone whirls. He’s wearing two oven mitts on both of his hands, and even though it pains me to admit it, he looks absolutely adorable. He’s too cocky for his own good, so to be taken down a peg or two is good for him.
I grab a few slices of crispy bacon and look away. Regardless of some of the issues with Stone not being his fault, he still had ample opportunity to tell me about the arrangement he had with Dickie.
“Tits, mind grabbing me a few?”
Stone wordlessly grabs a paper plate and sets it out on the island. I grab a handful and walk over to Wyatt who’s seated on the couch. “How are you feeling today?”
“I’d be feeling better if I had some food in me,” he says loudly, then whispers, “I’m feeling better. Hopefully, I’ll be up and about in no time. I’m not going to let a little thing like getting stabbed bring me down.”
I shake my head. Of course he would say something like that. Lucas enters the room. He comes up behind me, pressing a kiss to my temple
“Don’t tell me Lucas got some of your magic hands last night.”
“Yeah, no,” I say.
Wyatt smiles before getting distracted by something Stone is doing in the kitchen and starts yelling again. The whole scene would be funnier if I still didn’t feel like a bit of an outsider. I don’t know how to make myself fit in with these guys. There’s still something telling me to hold back. Distrust, maybe? Worry?
Whatever it is, I need to figure it out because we’re about to be tested in ways I never wanted to be.
“I’ve got it,” Stone snaps as he scoops up something that looks like eggs in a rectangular cake pan.
I give it the side-eye until Wyatt says, “It’s an egg casserole. I thought it would be pretty easy, but—”
“Watch it, Longhorn,” Stone demands. “I can accidentally drop this on the floor and then the rest of us can run to the car to get something to eat. I bet your hobbled ass won’t be able to catch up.”
I smirk, but then wrangle my reaction under control.
“Are we eating here?” Lucas asks.
“Unless you want to help my hobbled ass out to the pool patio,” Wyatt snipes.
“Here’s fine,” Lucas says. He starts to pull dishes from the cabinets. When everything is set, he fixes Wyatt a plate before he gets his own.
I hang back until Stone’s done getting his food. Surprisingly, he hands me the plate with egg casserole and a few strips of bacon on it. He nudges a glass of orange juice toward me, too. Since Wyatt hasn’t moved, I take my meal into the living room, set my stuff down on the coffee table, and sit cross-legged in front of it.
“Not bad,” Wyatt says. I look over my shoulder to find him chewing. “It’s a little dry, but you did okay for your first time.”
Stone ignores him as he moves into the living room with his own plate. He sits opposite me, taking a place on the floor as well. We eat in silence, and it feels so good to have a hot meal like this. Like the first time