CHAPTER 125

“A frying pan to the face? Sure. Be my guest.”

“Coffee, Ivana. I’d like to keep my job.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ve gotta face him sometime.”

“Ken!” She yelled into the kitchen at the chef. “Keep the fryin’ pans away from Jessie here!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he called back, laughing.

I might have a temper.

“Y’all are like pins and needles in my ass,” I mumbled, finishing my coffee and putting the mug into the empty dishwasher. Adrina’s laugh rung through the café as she danced her way to the front door with the key dangling from her pointer finger.

Chelsea was the first person through the door, and I blinked harshly. “Don’t look at me like that,” she hissed, stalking toward me. “You didn’t come home last night, did you?”

“Say it a bit louder, Chels. I’m not sure my mom heard you.”

She rolled her eyes and, glancing at the people behind her, ordered. “Latte, please, to go.” One more glance as I grabbed the takeout cup and she continued, “Why didn’t you text me? You should have texted me!”

“Dude, seri