She reached for the ten-dollar champagne. “You brought the good stuff!”
From Vera that would have been sarcasm, but I had Molly’s number. She blended into Ezra’s life effortlessly, but the girl preferred Taco Bell and bargain bin wine. She had no palate for the good stuff.
Just another reason to love her to pieces.
“Who all is coming?” I asked, taking a look around at egg bake and quiche and piles of donuts. This was enough to feed an army. Or to put six people into a seventy-year carb coma.
“Uh, you and me.”
I looked at her. “Okay, I figured that much.”
“And Ezra.”
“This is a lot of food for the three of us.”
She tried to hide her smile but failed. “I just wasn’t sure. The menu got away from me. I ordered one quiche, but then I wasn’t sure if everyone liked spinach. So, I ordered a second. And then that egg bake looked amazing. And I couldn’t decide about the donuts and here we are.”
“Babe, we’re all foodies. We’ll literally eat anything just to try it.”
“Not anything,” she aptly pointed out.
“As long as you didn’t make it yourself, we’ll literally eat anything.”
She slapped me with the kitchen towel that had been over her shoulder. “Now you’re going to have to eat all of this. So, I hope you’re happy.” She moved quickly around the kitchen, gathering all the packaging and tell-tale signs she wasn’t the chef behind this breakfast feast.
Not that the guests wouldn’t figure that out within seconds of stepping in this place.
Unless she invited people we didn’t know to breakfast. Leave it up to Molly to gather strangers in her home just so the food didn’t go to waste.
“Kaya and Wyatt,” she added.
“Is that everyone?”
“And Vann.” The doorbell rang before I could interrogate her further. “Better get that,” she told me.
“Ezra already told me you invited him.” She threw a huge, pacifying grin over her shoulder. “I think you misunderstood me the other morning. I wasn’t asking you to play matchmaker.”
Ignoring me, she pulled open the door and greeted Wyatt and Kaya. “Good morning!”
I leaned over from where I stood in the kitchen and waved. “What up, bitches.”
Wyatt waved back and Kaya did a little dance. “Goooood, morning,” she sang out.
Joining me in the kitchen, they surveyed the spread with wide eyes. “Did you invite everybody in Durham?” Wyatt asked.
“Har, har,” Molly returned. “I don’t feed large quantities of people on a regular basis, so I’m new to these things.”
Wyatt picked up a donut. “We’ll find a way to manage somehow.” He grabbed a second donut and a took a bite out of each. “I mean, an excessive number of donuts is hardly a crisis.”
“We can host next time,” Kaya added.
“Next time?”
“It should be monthly, don’t you think? Otherwise we’re never going to see each other.”
That was true. We were all at different restaurants now and basically had zero free time. If we didn’t plan something like this on the regular, I would be destined to a solitary life of cats and constantly throwing away leftovers that were too much for one person.
Not exactly the life I hoped to lead.
