Page 172 of Micah
“Breakfast.”
“Who invited you?”
“Esme.”
“It's my cabin.”
“So?”
“So?”
He shrugs.
“Well now, his wife didn't invite me,” Sawyer says as he falls into step beside him. “But mine probably did.”
I glare at them both.
“Who invited you two pricks into my house?”
Benji looks genuinely offended.
“First of all, rude.”
Sawyer nods.
“Second, hospitality is important.”
“I'll show you hospitality.”
“You gonna feed us?”
“No.”
“You gonna make coffee?”
“No.”
“You gonna stop us?”
“Maybe.”
Benji laughs.
“I'd like to see you try.”
“I've literally seen you cry over a paper cut,” I remind him.
“It was deep.”
“It needed one Band-Aid.”
“It was traumatic.”
Sawyer snorts.
“You two sound like an old married couple.”
“Says the man who's whipped.”
