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wrinkling up her nose at it. “Here, I made waffles, eggs, and bacon. I’ve already made you a plate.” Lennon shoves a plate full of food at me before I can say anything else.
    “Thanks.” Lifting a shoulder, her lips tip with a barely noticeable smile. Turning away, she busies herself with her food.
    “Sure.”
    Taking my plate to the table, I bring it up to my face and sniff it. The broad could’ve slipped something in this shit for all I know. It looks good, but that doesn’t mean it won’t kill me. Antifreeze doesn’t have a smell to it.
    “I didn’t poison it,” Lennon laughs, looking over her shoulder. There’s nothing funny about it. I wonder how likely it is that she’s trying to kill me. She expects me to take her word for it, huh? I don’t even know the broad.
    “You sure?”
    “No, I’m not. You’re just going to have to eat it and find out, aren’t you?”
    I’m still not sure if I trust her. I wake up every day assuming someone I meet might try and kill me, and today, Lennon is that someone.
    Rolling her eyes, she marches up to me and snatches the waffle off my plate. Syrup drips off the waffle and runs down her wrist. Swallowing roughly, I watch the drips slide down her smooth arm. Christ, I need something to drink.
    Bringing the waffle to her mouth, she licks her lips and smirks, then she takes a hardy, violent bite. Chewing it slowly, she swallows, runs a finger under her lip and smiles.
    “Now, try your eggs,” she encourages me sweetly. Flopping the waffle back on my plate, she walks back to the stove. That doesn’t make me feel any fucking better because now I’m hard as fuck and still suspicious as hell.
    Taking my plate with me, I sit at the tiny ass kitchen table while watching Lennon putter around. She stirs something in a pan and puts something on a plate. Here I’ve got this broad living with me, and I don’t know a goddamn thing about her. Figure I might want to start asking some questions.
    “Lennon, sit your ass down ‘n eat.” She’s making me nervous. Looking over her shoulder, she purses her lips, clearly not feeling my command. “Please,” I add, just to get her to sit the hell down.
    She does. She sits down across from me and pulls her legs up, folding them under her ass. Once she’s finally comfortable, she digs in. Jesus, she’s hungry.
    “So.”
    “So,” she fires back, taking a bite of scrambled eggs.
    “Is Lennon your real name?” I ask. It sounds made up. Her fork stops an inch from her lips with egg hanging from the fork. Cocking her head, she starts that staring shit again as she sets her fork down.
    “You don’t believe me?” I’m not sure if she sounds hurt or amused. It’s not that I don’t believe her ... okay, so that’s a fucking lie. I don’t believe her.
    “Didn’t say that.”
    “Jesus!”
    Chair legs scrape against the floor. Lennon is up out of her seat, walking out of the room and disappearing down the hall. Well, not even twenty-four hours in and I’ve already managed to piss her off.
    I eat my breakfast alone and in silence for all of four minutes before she’s back with fire in her eyes. Stomping back into the kitchen, she tosses a little piece of plastic onto the table, although I think she was aiming for my head.
    “So what’s my name?” she scoffs, nodding down at the license in my hand.
    “Don’t trust anyone,” I tell her, looking over the little piece of plastic. It’s the truth. I only trust a handful of people, and Lennon’s not one of them.
    “You don’t say.” She jerks the license back from me before I can read the whole thing. What I was able to see was that her name is Lennon and her face is on the license, but that’s it.
    Plopping back down with a huff, she goes back to eating, ignoring me.
    We eat and neither of us has shit to say after the name game. Breakfast is damn good, but so goddamn uncomfortable. Women are a delicate bunch, and I just don’t have the touch because the second