six
VAN
I unpack the groceries as Brinley answers her phone.
Opening the fridge, I c***k a smile, looking over my shoulder at the blonde walking away down the hall. Every item already in the fridge is labeled with her name on it. I shake my head. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. Not that I’m going to make a tidal wave out of this, but it’s funny as hell. What would she do if I ate her yogurt?
It takes me a little while to find my way around her kitchen, but I locate everything I need and prep the dinner. I’m cutting up the chicken to put in the pan when she comes back in, plugging her phone into the charger on the counter.
“Sorry, that was my cousin.” She looks over my shoulder, then sits on the counter in the corner of the kitchen.
“Word gets around fast, huh?”
She lau
