Chapter 11
Ella awoke the next morning in a cloud of pure happiness as she padded her way across her room and downstairs to start breakfast for her grandfather and brother. She grabbed the pan and spun around, practically dancing to the beats in her head.
“You got in late last night,” Tony said, causing her to almost send the pan airborne. He lifted himself onto the counter. His long black hair hung in wet curls across his forehead.
She swatted him with a spatula. “Grandpa sees you sitting on the counter he’s going to beat your butt.”
“I’ll take my chances. So where were you last night?” Tony asked.
Vibrations hummed through Ella’s body, a reminder of the sensations Lucas evoked in her. She cleared her throat, realizing she zoned out. “It was Taco Tuesday.”
“You were there a lot late
