Playing to Win by Kathia

Author:Kathia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Firelight & Fairy Dust Unlimited, Inc.
Published: 2020-10-12T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Reasons to date Rio:

1) His MacGyver hands

2) Laughs at my jokes

3) Likes me better—period

4) His car

Reasons to date Barry:

1) Um...

I got up bright and early the next morning at ten o'clock. It was a perfect morning. No alarm clocks going off, no rabid sister making a racket in the kitchen.

Hopping out of bed, I took a luxuriously hot shower and got dressed in what I thought was an outfit that would fit anything Rio had planned for today: jeans, a sporty tank top, and my funky red tennis shoes. I tossed a sweatshirt on the bed so I'd be ready to go and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Yeah, I did all that before I had coffee. Amazing what you can do when you're motivated.

I expected to find Daphne mixing her vile beverage, but there wasn't any sign of her in the kitchen, not even a washed cup. Odd. I looked toward her room. The door was still closed. Maybe she hadn't gotten up yet? Was that possible? She was always up at dawn.

I shrugged and set a pot on the stove to heat for coffee. I'd measured the beans and started grinding them when the office door slammed open.

"What are you doing?"

I whirled around, relaxing when I saw it was just Daphne.

A demonic-looking Daphne. Her hair matted to one side of her head but stuck up in a messy clump on the other. She still had on her plain white bra and wool pants, wrinkled beyond acceptable Daphne standards. But it was the crazy look in her bloodshot eyes that really inspired fear.

She looked a little too unstable to trust her at my back, so I kept an eye on her. "How's it going?"

She growled—really. I almost dropped the grinder I was so shocked. I'd never heard her make a sound like that. Ever.

My good mood must have made me sympathetic because I said, "Hung-over, huh? I'm making coffee."

She growled again, stomped into the kitchen, and pulled out a new container of instant coffee, all the while glaring at me.

I shrugged. Hey, I tried. I readied my press pot, poured in the water, and leaned against the counter to watch my sister fix the crap she called coffee. I didn't grin, though I wanted to. Especially when she opened every cabinet looking for the mugs and still couldn't find them.

Finally, I couldn't help myself. I pointed to the cupboard to the right of the sink. "In there."

She scowled daggers at me and pulled the cabinet door so forcefully it banged open and instantly shut again. She muttered something—Daphne never cursed so I'm sure she didn't say what I thought she did—and opened it again, this time managing to actually get the mug out.

I watched in morbid fascination as she made her coffee, wondering how someone so smart could drink Folgers. Shudder. "You have any plans today?"

She barely glanced at me before she stalked into the living room and huddled on the couch.

I followed and plopped down on the other side of the couch.

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