CHAPTER 24
“IT’S BURNT.”
Kennedy woke up to the grating sound of a high-pitched whine.
Pots crashed and clanged against one another in Nick’s kitchen. “Woong, I told you, Miss Kennedy and Mr. Nick are trying to get some sleep. They had a long night ...”
“Yucky!”
Kennedy opened her eyes in time to see a dark brown pancake flying through the dining room and landing beside Nick’s trash can. She heard Sandy muttering under her breath but couldn’t make out what she said.
She sat up on Nick’s couch and stifled a groan. Every muscle in her body was stiff. She could only guess what time it was. Had she slept another day away? Sandy was cooking breakfast, so it couldn’t be too late, could it?
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sandy called from the kitchen. “Sorry about the noise. We were trying to
