He laughed softly, and I buried my head in his chest to feel the vibrations. Everything ached when I did. He really did have the best laugh. “What time is it?” he asked. “Seven?”
I smiled. “Almost nine.”
He groaned. “Same thing.”
“How so?”
“Addison isn’t open yet.”
I laughed. “Which is why I went off-site to bring you breakfast.”
His eyes widened. “Pandora’s?”
“What else?”
Luke sighed happily. “You’re such a prince.”
“Not a psychopath?”
“I might’ve been a little quick to judge.”
I laughed again, and just like that, it clicked.C.I knew what itstood for, and it wasn’t any part of my name. I raised an eyebrow and zapped Luke’s side. “Charming?”
“Charming.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss me again—right after whispering, “Your crown’s in the closet.”
CHAPTER 21
SAGE
There were two big pieces of news bybreakfast on Monday. The first was that Charlie Carmichael apparently had a concussion. “You donothave a concussion,” Luke said, looking up from scanning the news on his phone. “Calm down.”
Charlie grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “You know, I just might.” He turned to the rest of us. “It was really hard to focus on my homework yesterday, and I woke up with this killer headache—”
“Try taking some Tylenol,” Luke deadpanned. “Or Advil.”
“Here,” Jack said before Charlie could answer. “Follow my finger.” He held up his index finger and slowly moved it back and forth, for Charlie’s eyes to track. “Does this make you dizzy?”
Reese snorted. “And where did you get your medical degree, Dr. Healy?”
Jack shrugged. “Certified online.” Then he smiled at her, and she quickly ruffled his hair. They’d been a thing ever since homecoming.
“A little,” Charlie said. “A little dizzy.”
“How do you think it happened?” Jennie asked, munching on a strip of bacon.
“Oh,” Charlie said, and I caught his cheeks flush a little. “Well, I…”
“He slipped,” Luke said nonchalantly.
“Yes.” Charlie snapped his fingers. “Yes, that. I slipped.”
“On a banana peel.”
“Right, as one does inMario Kart.”
“Precisely.”
Then the two of them were off to the races, talking at a speed no one could follow. I took a sip of orange juice, but it almost went down the wrong pipe when Reese leaned over, nodded at the boys, and whispered: “Just make out already.”
