I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall, and I wait a full minute before I crack open the door.
The tray is sitting there exactly as promised. A mug ofsteaming tea. A small plate with crackers and cheese. There’s even a spoon for the honey, and a little napkin folded underneath the plate.
I pick up the tray and bring it inside, closing the door softly behind me.
The mug is the perfect size, not too big or too small. I carry it over to my nest and settle into the pillows before taking a sip.
It’s perfectly steeped. Not too strong, not too weak. The temperature is ideal. There’s even a hint of honey already mixed in, just enough to take the edge off the herbal taste.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
Cole Knightley is good at making tea, and that is mildly annoying because I want to hate everything about them.
But I can’t hate perfectly made tea.
I pull my phone out, balancing the mug. I need to talk to someone about this absolute disaster of a situation, and there’s only one person who will truly appreciate the chaos.
Me
You will never believe what just happened
Mia
omg did you murder someone??? did you FINALLY murder the Knightley pack???
Me
No, but the day is young
Remember how I was going to spend this week alone in a beach house for my heat?
Mia
yeah your sexy private getaway
wait why do you sound ominous
Me
There was a booking error
Mia
no
Me
The Knightley Pack showed up
Mia
NO
Me
All four of them
Mia
