The Bromance Book Club by Lyssa Kay Adams

Author:Lyssa Kay Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2019-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The puke-opalypse was over.

The girls woke up squirrely, hungry, and begging for pancakes. Thea woke up tense, hot, and hungry for something else. Her dreams had been vivid.

Thea tugged on a pair of leggings and followed the girls downstairs. Gavin’s door was shut, so he was either still asleep or—

Or he was already awake, showered, and making coffee when she entered the kitchen. Wow. OK.

“Daddy!” Amelia raced toward him and threw her arms around his legs.

“Morning, baby girl,” he said, resting a hand on her head. “You all better this morning?”

“I want pancakes,” she said.

“I’m sure we can make that happen.” He looked at Ava. “You want pancakes, squirt?” She nodded and hugged her duck.

Gavin looked over his shoulder and met Thea’s gaze. He lifted the corner of his mouth in a half smile, an apology emanating from his eyes. “Morning,” he said. “Coffee?”

“Um, sure.” She shuffled forward and sat at one of the barstools. A moment later he set a steaming mug in front of her.

“Want me to make the pancakes?” he asked.

“I can do it.” She raised the mug to her lips. He’d doctored it perfectly with vanilla creamer and sugar.

“I know you can,” he said calmly. “But I’m asking if you’d like a day off from it for a change.”

It was a truce. A pancake peace offering. It would be petty to keep arguing, and even though petty was her favorite mood these days, she relented. “OK. Thank you.”

Gavin smiled as if she’d just agreed to let him move back into the bedroom.

“Where’s Liv?” Thea asked as she stood.

“Basement, I guess. Haven’t seen her.”

Thea changed direction and walked to the basement door. She opened it and listened but heard nothing. She crept down the stairs, rounded the corner, and nearly burst out laughing. Liv lay prostrate across the bed, still fully clothed. Her hair spread around her head in a violent swirl.

She started to tiptoe away.

“I’m awake,” Liv muttered.

Thea turned around. “Sorry.”

Liv groaned and rolled onto her back.

“Bad night?”

“People who go to restaurants on Thanksgiving are the worst people in the world. I never want to make another pumpkin pie in my life.”

Thea leaned against the wall and sipped her coffee. “What time did you get home?”

“What time is it now?” Liv yawned.

“Eight.”

“Then four hours ago.”

Thea choked. “You worked until four?”

“I hate my life.”

“No, you don’t. You hate your job.”

“I worked until four in the morning on Thanksgiving. My job is my life.”

Thea walked back upstairs. The sight that greeted her in the kitchen stole her breath. The girls sat on barstools on their knees so they could reach the mixing bowls. Each awkwardly stirred batter with child-sized whisks that had been a gift from Liv. Gavin stood between them, an arm around each, hovering in case one of them tipped over or started to spill something. With murmurs of encouragement, he waited patiently as they worked the whisks through the thick batter. Every few moments, one of them would look up for approval, and Gavin gave it with gentle smiles and kisses on their heads.

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