Page 58 of Fearless

“Sit,” I tell her.

She does.

I don’t have a clue how to make a cup of tea, but with her keeping me right I manage two semi-reasonable ones. Maybe I’ll try it again in the morning for Meisie. Or was it coffee she said she liked?

Fuck knows. I take a seat at the other side of the breakfast bar and motion for Sarah to pass the biscuits back to me. I don’t waste any time getting fired into them. “Why aren’t you out partying with Cole?”

She stares at me from across the table and takes a sip of her tea. “Because, contrary to what you’d like to believe, I’m not some druggie bitch who lives for parties. I have work in the morning.”

“Interesting.”

“Not that interesting, I work in a bank.”

I let out a singular laugh. “I couldn’t think of anything better to say.”

A cynical smile flashes across her face and she takes another drink. “Why aren’t you downstairs with Meisie?”

I sniff. “I’m taking a night off work.”

“Oh fuck off. You might have been fooling Cole but you’re not fooling me.Work.” She rolls her eyes while I narrow mine.

I’m not getting into this with her. I’m not getting into this with anyone, so I take a drink from my own cup. It tastes like shit.

“You should put some sugar in it,” she suggests.

I push the cup away. “Nah. I’m not that bothered.”

She laughs. “Is that your go-to stance on everything? Tea? Your business? Meisie?”

“Suited me just fine so far.”

She shakes her head. “If you say so.”

I do say so.

I’m going to bed.

Sliding the chair out, I grab the full cup of tea and take it to the sink, but before I pour it away Sarah says, “Take it down to her.”

I turn around, cup still mid-fucking-air, and stare at her. “Aye good idea, Cupid. She’ll likely burn my fucking face off with it.”

She lets out a proper laugh now. “Well, is it any wonder? You’re the grumpiest fucker I’ve ever met.”

I laugh at her attempted assassination of my character. “I think she actually likes that about me.”

“She needs her head looked at then.”

Aye, I think she might need that too, but I also suspect she needed that long before she met me.

I put the cup down on the counter, tea intact. “Do you know something, Sarah? You’re actually alright.”

She shrugs. “I’m not ready to say the same about you yet.”

I fight my smile and look back at the cup of tea.

A peace offering.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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