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“That’s why you were trying to get me out of the apartment.”

I give him a droll look. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t care if you and Jake are here when she comes. Unlike you two, I haven’t fallen head over heels for her.”

Lachy shakes his head. “You’re so full of shite, it’s not even funny.”

“Believe what you want.”

“I will. What are you making, by the way?”

“For you? Nothing,” I grumble.

Lachy laughs. “I guess I’ll have to use your sanctuary to fix myself some lunch then.”

Over my dead body. “You can order food.”

“Sure, I can do that. But June will probably wonder why you didn’t cook enough for everyone.”

His attention returns to the TV, so he doesn’t see me glowering at him. Very rarely do I let Lachy irritate me, but this deal with June is throwing me off my game. I could cook something Lachy hates as retribution, but unfortunately, such food doesn’t exist. He will eat anything.

CHAPTER 34

LACHLAN

Icould go out. It is a nice day, and I don’t enjoy being a couch potato for too long. I get antsy. But knowing June is coming over for lunch—and Ryan would like nothing more than to get rid of Jake and me—is motivation enough for me to stay.

He’s been busy in the kitchen since he got home, and the smell is already making my mouth water. If he didn’t make enough food for everyone, I’ll be seriously pissed off.

I get up from the couch to grab a piece of fruit, because my stomach is grumbling and who knows when lunch will be ready.

Ryan glares at me. “Where do you think you’re going? You know the kitchen is off-limits when I’m cooking.”

“I’m only grabbing a piece of watermelon from the fridge. Stop being so bloody anal.”

Jake finally joins us in the kitchen after being holed up in his room this entire time. His bruise is still dark, but the swelling has gone down.

“Good morning,” he says in a rough voice.

“Morning?” I arch a brow. “It’s almost noon.”

“Technically, it’s still morning.” He grabs a glass of water and drains it in large gulps.

Ryan turns around and tries to get to the fridge, but we’re blocking his way. “Can you please get the fuck out of my kitchen?”

Jake’s brows rise. “What’s wrong with you?”

“He’s angry ‘cause June is coming for lunch, and he doesn’t want us here.”

Ryan scowls. “That’s not it. I already told you I don’t care.”

Jake leans against the counter, crossing his arms. “Who was the woman with you last night?”

Ryan’s expression turns as cold as ice. “I don’t want to talk about her.”

Jake looks at me with a question in his eyes. I reply, “Two words—family drama.”

“Ah. So that was Mackenzie.”

Ryan turns his attention back to the stove, and grits out, “I said I don’t wanna talk about her.”

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