"Where is Joey?" I ask as I mix the pancake batter in an orange bowl while sitting on a counter.
He looks back at me from the other side of the kitchen where he's making the smoothies. Shrugging, his thick voice fills the air as he answers, "He went to pick Lacy from school," I watch him pour the smoothies in two tall glasses before setting them on the breakfast bar.
"Doesn't Lacy's school close at two? It's only eleven in the morning," I ask as I look at the tiny watch on my right wrist.
He turns to face me, the tight muscles on his bare torso flexing as he starts walking towards me. "I don't know, he said he had some work in the garage to take care of," He replies, nonchalantly.
Nodding, i gulp as I admire the strong build of his shoulders and the defined edges of his jaw. His light
