Penny's POV
The morning after Savannah's little ambush, I wake up with Andrew's arm draped heavy around me, his chest warm against my back. For a moment, the memory of her sly smile and perfectly arched brows presses at me like a bruise, but then Andrew shifts, his lips brushing the top of my shoulder, and it's harder to care.
Downstairs, I hear Mom banging around the kitchen. The smell of coffee in the air slides up the stairs like a hook, and right on cue, Nick's voice bellows, "I CALL FIRST WAFFLE."
I groan. "Does he ever stop?"
Andrew chuckles, voice still rough with sleep. "Not unless someone ties him to a chair."
"Don't tempt me." I roll over and poke his chest. "You're supposed to be his best friend. Why haven't you figured out the mute button?"
"I like him loud," Andrew says with a lazy grin. "Makes me look better by comparison."
