Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he glared a hole into the counter. By the time the water was ready, Ivy thought he’d crack the granite with just his eyes. Kat’s knee started to bounce. Alright, who walked in on who having a wank? Running his hand through his chocolate brown hair, Edgar made quick work of fixing himself a cup of tea and nearly spilled half of it on himself as he rushed for the door.
