My Mate's Wedding Drama
Paige must be on the same page that I am, because neither of us move.
Bobby growls again, but he then gets up, walks to the kitchen, grabs a fork, and comes back. He takes small bites of the eggs, bacon, and toast on each of the plates. “Happy now?” he asks sarcastically. “Shelly and the baby will be back in an hour. Hurry up and eat. We need to talk.”
Hesitantly, but hungrily, Paige and I both dig in. While we eat, Bobby pours each of us a glass of orange juice and a glass of water. Watching our faces, he rolls his eyes and sips from all four glasses.