Fire (Brewed Book 4) by Molly McAdams

Author:Molly McAdams [McAdams, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jester Creations, LLC
Published: 2021-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

“You’re here early.”

I slanted a cold glare in Peter Rowe’s direction as he entered the kitchen the next morning, watching as he moved through it like he owned the damn place.

Didn’t matter that we always told our guests to make themselves at home. Didn’t matter that Peter and Savannah had been as close as siblings at one point. That was a long damn time ago. And at the moment, it was pissing me off that he was there. That Savannah was confiding in him instead of me.

“You see too much,” I said, words nothing less than a threat as I went back to watching the coffee brew.

He breathed a laugh as he entered my line of sight again, leaning up against the opposite counter and clutching a bottle of water. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pushing for y’all to work through this.”

I lifted my chin but kept my eyes on the pot of coffee. After a moment, I muttered, “I wanted to be here before my kids woke up.”

For once.

“Makes sense,” he said as he twisted the cap off his water and started pushing away from the counter. “I’ll stay out of y’alls way today.”

I reached for a mug and then grabbed the pot. “Don’t you have a wedding to go to?”

A huff burst from him. “Yeah, I’m not going.”

I looked over at him before focusing on what I was doing. “That’s your brother.”

“Don’t you remember my brother?”

Of course I did. I’d hated every day I’d been forced to spend near him. He’d tried ruining my life before I’d gone and done that on my own.

Still . . .

I settled against the island again and said, “You should go.”

He let out an exaggerated breath, head shaking like he was trying to figure out why we were talking about this. “Why?”

“Hunter wasn’t at mine and Savannah’s wedding,” I explained. “Not that I wanted him there for certain reasons. But it’s killed me all this time that he wasn’t.”

He studied me for a moment before turning to leave, his head dipping in acknowledgment as he did.

“She’ll come around,” Peter said suddenly. When my only response was the delay in bringing my mug to my mouth, he continued. “Everything that happened? All those emotions are basically just sitting on her, weighing her down and growing because she hasn’t dealt with it yet. Now she’s lashing out at you with all that shit.”

I finally glanced his way, brows slowly drawing together at the confidence in his tone.

Looking like he was holding back whatever he really wanted to say, he waved at me with the bottle and repeated, “She’ll come around.”

I didn’t let his words give me hope. I couldn’t.

Hope was something I couldn’t afford in the hell I was trapped in.

Besides, I didn’t know how much he knew, but it couldn’t have been everything. If it had, he wouldn’t have said that.

Glancing at the clock, I pushed from the island and started the way he’d gone. Taking the stairs up to the second floor and turning to go to our side of the house—where the kids’ and our rooms were.

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