Mylee’s POV
Watching Lexis clean up my mess was amusing. I had the distinct feeling that he genuinely felt awful about what had happened with his dad. However, that didn’t excuse any of his behaviour. While he cleaned the mess I had made, I made myself a coffee, but not him.
I sat at the table and admired the room for the first time since I walked in here. It was spacious and homely and nothing like I would imagine his kitchen to be. When he was done, he poured himself a drink before there was a knock at the door.
I instinctively recoiled, and the look of sadness in Lexis’s eyes made me avert my gaze. “It’s just Abe, with breakfast. He doesn’t have to come in.” He said softly.
“It’s okay. He can come in.” I said, thinking I may as well get the post-attack awkward greeting out of the wa
