CHAPTER NINE
ADAM
There is someone else bent over with her hand on the fridge, grumbling something under her breath as she searches it with her eyes. The banana costume reminds me of Dylan and Jax but they certainly did not possess a mass of curled up short hair, gathered loosely on top of the head.
“Seriously? Nothing here?” She mutters loud enough and recognition flares within me.
“Ella,” I call in a bid to get her attention.
She goes still for a moment before straightening up and slowly turning around, her dark brown eyes a bit wide on her face. She clears her throat for a second.
“I was um…looking for something different,” she shrugs, “The booze is just not for me,”
“What? You don’t drink?” I question, a bit amused.
She shakes her head in denial and am I surprised? certainly
