Page 118 of I Replaced His Husband
Even though they’d said they were busy with work, I guess they couldn’t resist checking how Kay and I were dealing with the news about our mateship.
"What’s up, guys?" I said casually, pouring myself some coffee, and starting to prepare breakfast for me and Kay.
A brief pause as they exchanged glances.
"You seem… cheerful. Not like yesterday," Adam muttered.
I shrugged. "Kay and I… we’ve come to an understanding. We’re going to try and embrace our status, see where it takes us over the next few months," I said in a somewhat cautious tone, because after how the past few weeks had gone, I knew I shouldn’t be crazy optimistic, though I had a feeling that this time, Kay and I were finally on the right track.
"Good to hear Kay finally came to his senses," Adam snorted. "After I chewed him out, I thought the house would turn into awar zone."
"You chewed him out?"
"Yeah. Called him an ungrateful bitch and a spoiled brat."
I slowly turned toward him. "Whoa, man, maybe that was a little too much—"
"It’s fine, Rain. I needed that," came a light voice from the stairs. "Adam’s lately been a voice of brutal truth for me, which is kinda surprising."
Kay made his way down the stairs, his eyes fixed on me. He was wearing loose blue pants and a white T-shirt, looking fresh, his long black braid resting over one shoulder.
I couldn’t look away, matching his stare with the same intensity.
As he walked toward us, his scent reached me, dizzying and sweet. It was strange to smell his actual Allure, rather than just the scent of jasmine shower gel.
I was about to say something when a sound from outside interrupted me. It was the noise of a car pulling into the driveway.
We all looked that way, and Adam cursed under his breath.
"Fuck. It's the Sanderses… great timing!"
Kay wrinkled his nose.
"What exactly did you tell them about what happened with the attack? How much of it did you… censor?" he asked Adam in a nervous whisper.
Adam rolled his eyes. "Heavily censored. I told them there were some issues with the neighbors, the Dawsons, and that there was an argument. The police got involved, but everything was resolved."
"What about the new situation? From yesterday!"
Adam cursed, "Only a short text message about a brawl—"
He cut himself off because John and Danny Sanders were already at the door.
"Ah, good morning, good morning!"
Marco hurried to open the door and greeted the two visitors with a slightly forced smile. "Please come in," he said politely.
John had a frown on his forehead, and Danny’s lips were pressed into a thin line. I knew right away that their expressions meant trouble.
They walked into the living room and saw me standing there shirtless, plating food for Kay.
John grimaced and said acidly, "Could you put something on?"
"What brings you here?" Adam jumped in quickly, almost bouncing over to them, pointing toward the couch as if to divert their attention from me.
John sat down with a huffy look.
"Maybe the fact that the Dawsons are walking around townthreatening to destroy you all? Jorah still hasn’t woken up from a coma! In your version, Adam, you forgot to mention that Rain beat him up that badly!" Danny snorted, his voice full of outward accusation. "And a new brawl just yesterday?" He made a gesture toward the cuts on my forehead.
