She rolled her eyes. “After puking my guts out, I wanted something warm and solid.”
Warm and solid…like a man?
I dismissed that conclusion. Maybe Angel had rubbed off on me too much last night. Or not enough. Oh my gosh, after one night with him, I was a pervert.
Dad washed his hands. “I'll make breakfast for all of us, then.”
“Fine.” Jen slumped into a chair and scrolled her phone, ignoring us.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said, extra nice to compensate for her lack of appreciation. “I hope one day I have someone who’d make me breakfast. Especially if it means I can sleep in.” I yawned.
“You’d need the extra rest,” Dad said, flipping the hash browns.
My cheeks stiffened in a smile. “I guess so. Um, right now, I’d settle for some coffee.”
Luckily, Angel intended on bringing me thatandsome cake this evening. A real treat.
“Getting breakfast doesn’t mean anything,” my sister said.
I furrowed my brow. “It’s the most important meal of the day.”
“So?” she drawled.
“So, it shows that you care about someone,” I said. Something she ought to learn.
She snorted. “They could just be buttering you up to use you. Or want to look good in front of their friends.”
I gestured out incredulously. “You think Dad is trying to flex?”
“No. But other people. Can’t trust anyone will have your back.” Her nostrils flared as she flicked a finger across her screen.
Was that directed at her friends, the baby daddy, or me for showering so late last night?
Oil and butter sizzled. The aroma made my mouth water, but my stomach clenched.
“I’ll always be here for you,” Dad said, then glanced at Jen. “Just like you’ll be there for your kid.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Jen mumbled, taking the first plateful of food.
I helped Dad put out the next portion. “Well, you won’t need to ‘be there’ for me tonight. I’ve got a ride,” I said.
“Oh, great. How’s Kat doing?” Dad asked, handing me breakfast.
“Fine.” My voice strained on the omission that she wouldn’t be the one driving me.
Jen scoffed. “Doesn’t she have anything better to do?”
Like go on a date? Play with her cat?
“She’s been pretty busy, actually. But I’m hoping I’ll be able to drive myself soon,” I said.
“Just let me know when you want to borrow the car. We’ll see if we can work that out.” Dad sat beside us. “How’s the food?”
“Great,” I answered, chipper.
While Jen clipped, “Fine.”
Dad gave me a sidelong glance and smiled.
