“HOW is she?”
Before Monette could answer Summer’s question, the sound of pans and trays hitting each other resounded in the kitchen. It was followed by a glass falling on the floor.
“I’ll be right back.”
She threads in the direction of the kitchen. She found her mate sweeping the shards of broken glasses on the floor.
“The coffee is ready. Can you bring it outside?” Jane said without looking up. “Who’s outside aside from Summer? Are the twins there already?”
“The twins will be here in five.”
Monette approached the other woman. Jane was about to get away when she pulled her back.
She looked into the brown orbs of her mate. Monette capped the petite woman’s face between her hands.
“Tell me.”
The petite woman exhaled before meeting her eyes. There was anger in those brown eyes.
Ja
