“Of course you were. Let me make some breakfast before we start.”
“Let me make us some breakfast,” Levi says, already moving toward the kitchen.
“Levi, no,” I laugh out. “A protein shake is not breakfast.”
“I will have you know that I have learned to cook in the last few years. Now I make a mean omelet,” he says, pulling out a pan and some eggs with exaggerated confidence.
As he moves around the kitchen purposefully, it’s clear he’s not joking—he can actually cook.Within fifteen minutes, he’s plating two perfectly cooked omelets with cheese and vegetables.
“Okay, I’m impressed,” I admit, taking a bite. “This is actually really good.”
“I know,” he says, sitting down across from me. “Domestic Levi is a thing now. Landon says I’m becoming soft.”
“You’re not soft,” I reply. “You’re just growing up.”
We eat in comfortable silence, and I try to memorize this moment. After today, after I tell them what really happened, everything is going to change. But they deserve an explanation, especially now that I think this whole thing may have been orchestrated by that whore.
Once we’re done eating, I leave Levi to clean up while I get dressed. I pull on my leather Catwoman outfit—it hugs my curves perfectly, making me feel sexy—then grab my mask from my room and head back downstairs.
Levi is waiting in the living room, and when he sees me, his jaw drops.
“Jesus, Abby.” He’s practically panting.
“Don’t start drooling on the carpet,” I joke. “We haven’t even started filming yet.”
“How am I supposed to focus when you look like that?” he says with a laugh.
“You’re going to have to figure it out, Kane. If you’re on camera with your tongue hanging out, I’m going to look like I’m chasing a dog, not a man.”
“Trust me, I’ve got this,” he says, puffing out his chest.
“Sure you do. At least your face will be blurred out,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Come on, help me set up.”
Levi follows me into the room where I’m going to film. It’s spacious with good natural lighting.
“Let me turn on the security cameras,” Levi says. “They’ll get better angles while you set up your phone.”
He fiddles with the system, and within minutes, multiple camera feeds are running on the TV. I set up my phone on a tripod and do a quick test to make sure the angle is right, then once everything is in place, I turn to Levi.
“Ready?”
“I was born ready, baby,” he says.
I take a breath, settle into character, and press record.
“Have you been a good boy?” I ask him, my voice distorted by the modulator.
“Very good,” Levi responds, playing along perfectly.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” I say, taking a step closer. “I think you’ve been naughty. And you know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you show me?” he throws back, and maybe he really was made for this.
I lunge for him, and he takes off running through the house. He laughs every time I get close to him, his bare feet pounding against the hardwood as he rounds corners and vaults over furniture.
“You’ll have to catch me first, Catwoman,” he calls over his shoulder, his voice full of amusement.
“Oh, I’m going to catch you,” I say, chasing him up the stairs. “And when I do, you’re going to regret ever thinking you could outrun me.”
