Page 33 of Made for You

Fuck. That can only mean that I overslept, and I’ve missed the sunrise.

Grumbling, I roll out of bed and grab my phone to see the time. After nine. Great. I also have five texts from Violet and a handful from Emma.

I toss my phone back down on my bed. I’m not ready to deal with this shit. I just want coffee.

I shuffle to the kitchen and reach into the cabinet to grab coffee but find an empty space. I look aroundthe shelf, not finding the bag of coffee that’s normally there. Then I remember that I used the last of it yesterday and meant to go to the store to buy more before I heard Violet and Emma in the kitchen.

This is great. Now I can’t avoid the inn like I wanted to all day.

I toss on my hoodie and shove my feet into some boots before heading up to the inn in my plaid pajama pants.

I creep in the side door, looking around each corner like a burglar at my own goddamn inn.

“What are we looking for?” A voice whispers from behind me. I jump up and swing my fist back into the face of the voice.

“Fuck man, what was that for?” Wyatt rubs his nose.

“Serves you right for sneaking up on someone, and for God’s sake whisper!” I whisper shout at him, trying not to bring attention to us.

“Why are we sneaking around? And why are we whispering? We’re the only ones here.”

“Oh. We are? Then I guess we don’t have to sneak around.” I straighten and walk freely to the dining room to start with my coffee.

“Why are you sneaking around in the first place? Avoiding Violet?” How the hell does he already know that? He was on shift last night, catching actual burglars.

“Why are you here?” I scowl at him.

“Breakfast.” He walks into the kitchen and I follow him while the coffee brews.

“Where is Violet?” I ask, reaching into the bread basket for a bagel.

“Don’t know. No one was here when I got here. Why are you avoiding Violet? Roman told me you had a fun time with her and Tiff last night.” He scrunches his nose up and looks at me apologetically.

“Yeah, it was a great time.” I pop my bagel in the toaster.

“You’re not answering me about Violet.” Wyatt pushes me.

“Because. I overheard her and Emma talking. She said that I was the nerd of the family, and she doesn’t know what she’s doing with me.” I don’t turn from the toaster when I admit this to him. I don’t even know why I chose to answer him.

“Lee,” he steps into my space, looking at me empathetically, a softness covering his face that he doesn’t let people see often. “You have to know that’s not how she meant it.”

“How am I supposed to know that? I don’t know her anymore. She was pretty cozy with Roman when I left the brewery.”

“No way. They’re just friends.” He defends one of his best friends.

“I saw it, Wy. They were there laughing and she was touching his arm. Isn’t that flirting 101?” I grab my bagel out of the toaster and slather it with cream cheese.

“Not for Violet. She’s only been obsessed with you since we were kids.” He leaves the kitchen with his food and sits in the dining room at the large table.

I follow him and take a seat across from him after grabbing my coffee and adding some cream.

“Whatever. I learned my lesson. I won’t make that mistake again.” I shrug and start eating my breakfast without looking at him.

Wyatt slams his fork down on the table, “Yeah? What self-deprecating lesson is that Lee?”

“What?”

“What bullshit have you fed yourself this time? What lesson have you learned that makes you less than?” Wyatt’s face is turning red like it always does when he’s angry.

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