with. She remembered the instant waffles in the freezer. Laziness discouraged her from fixing the waffles.
She opted for chocolate chip ice cream instead. People wondered how Melody kept her trim figure. A regular meal to her consisted of a Big Mac with extra cheese. She slid on the tall countertop. She inched her spoon into the cool treat. It reminded her of the days when she didn’t think of growing up. She’d been amazed at how things had changed.
Keith walked in wearing silk boxers. He ran his hand down his muscular chest. He flashed that smirk that she’d already begun to hate.
“Morning, Melody.” He looked at her thighs. She crossed her legs at the ankles.
“Good morning,” she mumbled.
He leaned his arm against the wall. “Well, did you sleep well?”
She licked the spoon. “Not as good as you did, apparently.”
“Oh yeah.” He rubbed his hair. She figured he’d pretend to be shy for her benefit, but he didn’t. She’d heard every disgusting grunt. “Well, I’m sorry if we woke you.”
He stared at her. “Ice cream for breakfast? That’s not very healthy.”
She walled her eyes. “Yeah, well it’s all I felt like dealing with.”
“Mind if I grab a spoon and join in?”
She glared at him. “Thought you just said this was unhealthy.”
“It is, but I love chocolate chip ice cream like the next guy.” He grabbed a spoon from the drawer, and slid on the countertop next to her. She scooted beside the refrigerator. He swallowed a runny chunk of ice cream. She passed him the carton.
“Uh, you sure?”
“Go on and take it.” She crossed her arms. Keith took the treat. She didn’t know how long she could stand being alone with him. She decided to do some digging to pass the time. “So you gonna call your brother?”
“Uh…” He nodded. His hesitation had been a big hint. Melody watched enough police shows to know how easily you could throw a suspect off base when they lied. Keith glanced around the kitchen.
“Your brother, Keith? You know, you said you needed to call him to get into your house.”
He smirked. “Well, I can see nothing gets past you, Mel.” He slurped the ice cream. “I haven’t had a chance to call him yet.” He scraped his spoon against the carton. Melody hated that.
“Why do you speak as if you’ve known me for years, Keith?”
“Feel like I do. Sarah and I talk about you all the time. I know about how you grew up apart. I know how different you are from each other.” He looked at her thighs again. “I know how you’re both the same.”
She moved from the countertop. “Why do you keep staring at me?” she whispered.
He licked the end of the spoon. “I bet you wish I was Lucas, huh?”
“Excuse me?” She frowned.
“I said you probably wish I was Lucas, right?”
“No, I wasn’t thinking about him.” She glanced out the window behind his head.
“Bull, Melody. I can see it in your eyes. I know enough about you already to know when you’re lying.”
“Really?” She smirked. “So you must have known I couldn’t stand you from the moment we met.”
He shrugged. “I kind of picked up on that. But there’s nothing I enjoy more than changing a beautiful woman’s mind.” He set the ice cream beside him. “You think that this with Sarah is just a fling, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” She waved her hands. “I have no cause to think otherwise.”
He stood. “Are you always like this, Melody? Do you always think that your word is law? That what you think is the only thing that matters?”
“I don’t have to listen to this garbage.” She turned to leave. He blocked her. Funny, she expected him to. “Move, Keith.”
He smirked. “I want us to clear the air, once and for all.”
“Where’s Sarah?” she exhaled.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re um…” He stared at her neck. “Are you trying to change the subject right now?”
“There is no subject where we’re concerned, Keith.”
“You can’t see how
She opted for chocolate chip ice cream instead. People wondered how Melody kept her trim figure. A regular meal to her consisted of a Big Mac with extra cheese. She slid on the tall countertop. She inched her spoon into the cool treat. It reminded her of the days when she didn’t think of growing up. She’d been amazed at how things had changed.
Keith walked in wearing silk boxers. He ran his hand down his muscular chest. He flashed that smirk that she’d already begun to hate.
“Morning, Melody.” He looked at her thighs. She crossed her legs at the ankles.
“Good morning,” she mumbled.
He leaned his arm against the wall. “Well, did you sleep well?”
She licked the spoon. “Not as good as you did, apparently.”
“Oh yeah.” He rubbed his hair. She figured he’d pretend to be shy for her benefit, but he didn’t. She’d heard every disgusting grunt. “Well, I’m sorry if we woke you.”
He stared at her. “Ice cream for breakfast? That’s not very healthy.”
She walled her eyes. “Yeah, well it’s all I felt like dealing with.”
“Mind if I grab a spoon and join in?”
She glared at him. “Thought you just said this was unhealthy.”
“It is, but I love chocolate chip ice cream like the next guy.” He grabbed a spoon from the drawer, and slid on the countertop next to her. She scooted beside the refrigerator. He swallowed a runny chunk of ice cream. She passed him the carton.
“Uh, you sure?”
“Go on and take it.” She crossed her arms. Keith took the treat. She didn’t know how long she could stand being alone with him. She decided to do some digging to pass the time. “So you gonna call your brother?”
“Uh…” He nodded. His hesitation had been a big hint. Melody watched enough police shows to know how easily you could throw a suspect off base when they lied. Keith glanced around the kitchen.
“Your brother, Keith? You know, you said you needed to call him to get into your house.”
He smirked. “Well, I can see nothing gets past you, Mel.” He slurped the ice cream. “I haven’t had a chance to call him yet.” He scraped his spoon against the carton. Melody hated that.
“Why do you speak as if you’ve known me for years, Keith?”
“Feel like I do. Sarah and I talk about you all the time. I know about how you grew up apart. I know how different you are from each other.” He looked at her thighs again. “I know how you’re both the same.”
She moved from the countertop. “Why do you keep staring at me?” she whispered.
He licked the end of the spoon. “I bet you wish I was Lucas, huh?”
“Excuse me?” She frowned.
“I said you probably wish I was Lucas, right?”
“No, I wasn’t thinking about him.” She glanced out the window behind his head.
“Bull, Melody. I can see it in your eyes. I know enough about you already to know when you’re lying.”
“Really?” She smirked. “So you must have known I couldn’t stand you from the moment we met.”
He shrugged. “I kind of picked up on that. But there’s nothing I enjoy more than changing a beautiful woman’s mind.” He set the ice cream beside him. “You think that this with Sarah is just a fling, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” She waved her hands. “I have no cause to think otherwise.”
He stood. “Are you always like this, Melody? Do you always think that your word is law? That what you think is the only thing that matters?”
“I don’t have to listen to this garbage.” She turned to leave. He blocked her. Funny, she expected him to. “Move, Keith.”
He smirked. “I want us to clear the air, once and for all.”
“Where’s Sarah?” she exhaled.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re um…” He stared at her neck. “Are you trying to change the subject right now?”
“There is no subject where we’re concerned, Keith.”
“You can’t see how
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