“Huh?” I blinked at the kitchen window in front of me, then turned toward Elisa. “What? When did you get here?” She parked her hands on her hips and made a ‘duh’ face. “About fifteen minutes ago. Seriously, I could’ve burgled the whole place and you’d never have known. Didn’t I tell you I’d be taking care of breakfast this morning?” She waggled her eyebrows. “Well? Did you have fun with Owen?” And there went my good mood. “Do you mean before or after his wife called?” She made a hilariously outraged face. “Oh my God, you’re not serious.” Coming closer she whispered, “That douchebag! Did you guys already—” She wobbled her head side to side. “—you know.” I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t ‘you know’ anything. We kissed.” I scrunched up my nose. “If you could call it that. He tried to eat my face and then spanked me.” I thought she’d laugh but she didn’t.
