“Again, me.” Nico beams.
I pass him the rest of my pancakes, as Monica regards me thoughtfully. “So, what’s your play?”
“Well.” I tilt my head back against the booth. “I’m gonna order the brioche French toast as breakfast dessert.”
“Sweet,” Nico beams. “Me too.”
Monica heaves a sigh at us “And what are you going to do about Jenn?”
I don’t answer. Because I know what makes sense: Move on from the lies, and put this whole mess behind me.
But for some reason, my damn heart doesn’t operate on logic. All it wants is her, back in my arms.
Where she belongs.