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“Sorenson,” Rowan clips out his last name.
Tweetie laughs. “Jokes. They’re just jokes. But seriously, I feel like it’s oddly coincidental we all end up at the same breakfast place after she left your sorry ass in bed this morning, no?”
I can’t really deny his point, so I say nothing. Rowan doesn’t either.
Our food comes out, and I’m happy for the distraction of pancakes. Rowan ordered an omelet with hash browns and a side of pancakes. He pulls the pancakes in front of him first, grabbing packets of butter, and puts a pat under each pancake.
Tweetie is busy with his head down in his meat lover’s breakfast. He’s got bacon, Canadian bacon, and sausage in some skillet concoction.
“You’re really serious about your pancakes, huh?” I ask.
Rowan’s gaze lifts to mine. “Give me yours.” He pushes his plate aside and pulls mine in front of him, doing the same with the butter. “This is the most important part—the bottom pancake gets two butters.”
“You’re adding a lot of calories to my breakfast.”
He doesn’t respond, continuing to add the butter, then he lifts each pancake and puts syrup on each one. Not a ton where it soaks them, but just enough that there won’t be one bite without the right amount of syrup.
“Here you go.” He slides the plate in front of me.
“He’s letting you see his neurotic pancake perfection. That’s, like, fourth date shit, man.” Tweetie eyes my plate of pancakes.
I cut into them, forking off a piece. I feel Rowan’s eyes on me, and I turn to him as the sweet goodness explodes in my mouth. Hell, he’s onto something.
He nods at my plate. “You’ll never go back, right?”
I nod and continue to eat with everyone.
After we finish, Rowan asks for the check and goes up to pay at the counter. He returns with a bouquet of Dum Dums and holds it out to me. Tweetie tries to reach in, but Rowan smacks his hand.
“I always get first choice,” Bodhi whines.
“Not now, kid, Rowan is smitten.” Tweetie thumbs in Rowan’s direction. “Let him try to impress her.”
“I like the root beer ones,” Bodhi says.
Rowan reaches into his pocket and pulls out two, handing them to Tweetie to give to Bodhi.
“Thanks!”
“Two?” Henry shakes his head.
I examine the bouquet of candy and pull out the blue raspberry one. He passes the rest around and pulls another out of his other pocket. It’s a blue raspberry one.
“Another coincidence,” he says, tapping his Dum Dum to mine before taking the wrapper off and putting it in his mouth.
I’ve never wanted to be a lollipop more in my life.
We finally all get up so another group can have our table. A few patrons stop the guys to shake hands and wish them luck this season. Henry, Tweetie, and Rowan are all polite, and once we’re on the sidewalk, I figure we’ll be saying our goodbyes. I’m surprised by the disappointment in my chest.
Rowan takes my hand, pulling me away from the group. “What are you doing for the rest of the day?”
“Um…”
“Come home with me,” he says, and I sigh. It’s so tempting. “I have a full box of condoms,” he smirks, and my core clenches involuntarily.
“I gotta go!” Alara waves to me. “Call me later.”
“We’re heading home,” Tweetie calls, and the three of them walk away.
