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the sink. I turn away from her because I don't want her to see what she just did to me; how she unraveled me.
    I take a deep breath. What the fuck am I doing?

Chapter 8
    Lexi
    I succeeded, sort of. I managed to scare Noah York off. Again. He's standing at the sink with his back to me, hands on the counter, and his finger tapping away. He started it. He insinuated he wanted to put something in my mouth. I just played along. For a moment, I thought what if? What if the chemistry bubbling up between us is real? What if there could be something more between us? Clearly the thought disgusted him because he can't bring himself to look at me. Jackass.
    "Noah." Part of me hopes he doesn't turn around, because I'm not sure what I'm going to say to him. Sorry? Go to hell?
    He does turn. Chest heaving. Eyes smoldering. Holy shit, did I do that ?
    "I'm sorry."
    "Don't." He shakes his head, eyes locked on mine. "I'm glad you're enjoying the-- omelet."
    "Maybe I was wrong." I let my eyes study the image of his perfectly chiseled chest and abs. I wish my eyes weren't the only things being dragged across his hard body. "I should've given it a chance before I said no."
    We both know neither of us is talking about the breakfast he surprised me with. 
    My phone rings, and I'm relieved to have a distraction because the air between us is heavy and thick. And there's something else, something that's making my heart race and turning my brain into mush. Whatever it is, it's the same something that was going on when he kissed me on the beach last night, and it's terrifying. I'm so anxious to lose myself in this distraction, any distraction, that I don't check to see who's calling before I answer.
    "Hello, beautiful."
    Great it's my father. At least the man who lives across the country and likes to call himself my father. Sperm donor would be more accurate. He hasn't acted like a father since he left us when I was ten. He's the last person I want to deal with right now. I'd rather hang up and pick back up where Noah and I left off.
    "Lexi, are you there?"
    "Yes, I'm here."
    "I'd like to see you."
    "Hey, is that Cooper," Noah asks. "If it is, let me talk to that prick."
    Hearing Noah in the background my father asks, "Is that your brother? We could all go out to dinner tonight."
    "No. It's not Cooper." I answer both men at the same time.
    "Oh." Disappointment rings out on both ends.
    "Tonight's not good."
    Noah's eyes are narrowed, his lips drawn into a tight line. "Who is that?" he mouths.
    I ignore Noah and turn my back to him. I can't look at him and deal with my loser father at the same time.
    "Feel free to invite your boyfriend."
    "My boyfriend." I repeat my father's words, not bothering to clarify that Noah isn't my boyfriend. It's none of his damn business anyway. "Listen, thanks for the gesture, but I'm not home, I'm sort of on vacation."
    "I'm sorry to hear that, Lexi. I came to celebrate your graduation."
    "My graduation?" I can't tamp down my anger anymore, between him and Noah, and the spread of emotions I'm feeling, I'm going to explode any second now. "Are you kidding me? My graduation was three weeks ago. If you were a half way decent father you would've been there," I yell into the phone.
    Before I could stop him, Noah is at my side, pulling the phone from my shaking hands.
    "Hi, Mr. Sutton?"
    I throw daggers of death at Noah. "Give me my phone." I order through clenched teeth.
    He holds up his hand.
    "Yes, I'd say she's quite upset. Maybe tonight isn't the best time to see her. How long will you be here for?"
    Noah flashes me his dimples, and winks one of his blue eyes at me.
    "Give me my phone right now," I order.
    "I don't think coming here would be a good idea. Seeing how Lexi doesn't want to see you at all. Maybe we can agree to a cup of coffee somewhere neutral? There's a diner nearby."
    "No. I will not see him!" I yell at Noah.
    "I understand, sir. Again, I can't make any promises."
    I shake my head violently. Why the hell is he