Chapter Three
I head downstairs, dressed in track pants and a t-shirt. At least I’ve mastered the art of putting my injured arm in first and tossing it over my head. I guess I’m more limber than I thought.
The house is silent, and I suspect Molly and Caiden are downstairs, Molly probably giving her brother a complex at his young age since it’s practically Darwinian for boys to want everything big.
Rounding the bottom of the staircase in Skylar’s parents’ home, I spot the sisters at the table, picking up the rumaki and laughing over what just happened.
How do I ever look Molly in the eyes again?
“Thanks for that, Zoe.” I grab a soda out of the fridge and join them at the table, pulling the aluminum pan full of rumaki in front of me.
“Well, if I’d known you were giving away peep shows,
