Chapter 89

• I sat down at the table and offered a sleepy smile to all the male faces watching me. “Morning.” Quinton passed me a steaming cup of coffee, I gave him an appreciative glance. While sipping it I noted the two empty chairs at the table. Neither King was present, again. I understood Chase needed some time and, I could forgive him for that, but Troy was another story. For the last three days I’d only caught a glimpse of him as he headed in the opposite direction I was as quickly as possible.
• A few pairs of eyes looked at me briefly before everyone put their head down and became very interested in the food in front of them. My appetite, which never failed me, suddenly left me. Taking another sip of my coffee, I glanced around the table. “You’ll have to excuse me, I have something to take care of.”
• “Everything alright?” Rafael asked leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. Michael sent him a deadly look making him sit back again and look embarrassed.