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Only it’s not avocado green, it’s like spinach green and this concerns me quite a lot.
    “Angel?”
    “Hm?” He’s still chewing what has to be the longest bite in history. Apparently, this Derek business is top secret. Which means I’m definitely going to ask again.
    “What is this? Like, just...what is it?” I poke my fork around in it, searching for something specific to pick out, but it’s a by the scoopful sort of meal, so that’s not happening.
    Finally, he swallows. “It’s quinoa and kale, fried up with egg and some seasonings to kick up the flavor a bit.”
    “Huh.” That didn’t really help as much as I thought it would.
    He grins. “Just try it. I promise, it’s good.”
    “And if it’s not?”
    “Then you can skip it and go straight to dessert.” He gives a sideways glance toward the plate of chocolate pastries sitting on the counter and smiles the way only Angel can and I’m instantly prepared to eat whatever he wants me to. Even if brownies are an option.
    “Fair enough.” I take my first bite. And it’s freaking delicious. “Oh my God.”
    “We going to hold off on the sugar for now?”
    I nod, already scooping up another forkful. “M-hm.”
    I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until that first bite hit my stomach. I practically devour everything on the plate before I remember that our little lunch date will be over as soon as I’m done eating. But it’s too late. My lunch is gone.
    At least there’s still dessert.
    I sip from the water bottle Angel had on the table for me and try to clear the rubble of crap floating around in my head in search of something suitable to talk about. Then I remember.
    “So, Derek. He just came by this morning to borrow a cup of sugar or what?”
    Angel coughs, almost choking on his last bite. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t bring that up again,” he admits sheepishly.
    “Yeah, I picked up on that.” I narrow my eyes. “What’s the story there? And is it a don’t tell Addy secret or a don’t tell anyone secret?”
    He grins again. “I don’t have any don’t tell Addy secrets.”
    For some stupid reason this makes me giddy in the most ridiculous of ways. “In that case, spill it. I’m an excellent secret keeper.”
    Judging by the expression on his face, he has doubts about this. “Oh yeah? Even from your sister?”
    “Especially Eda.”
    Something I can’t quite catch transpires in his eyes briefly, and for a moment, I wonder if he knows the reason I came back. In which case, my sister sucks at keeping secrets, but I still don’t because I kept it from her for over a year. Not that it’s something to be proud of. If I had told her sooner, maybe I never would have wound up in such a mess. Then again, I ignored her advice the first time around, so maybe I was doomed to wind up here either way.
    Regardless, Angel is staring off toward the kitchen door and I’m about to ask him why when he turns toward me again. “If you’re going to be coming around the next few days to play decorator, I might as well tell you. Derek’s staying with me for the time being. Shit reached the point of no return with Sammy. They’ve split.”
    Holy shit. I did not see that coming. “What? But it’s temporary, right? I mean, they’re going to work it out. They have to work it out.” They’re kind of the only normal couple I know. If they can’t make it work, the rest of us don’t stand a chance in hell.
    “I don’t think that’s going to happen, Bam Bam.” He gets up and clears both our plates as he goes. When he sits down again, there’s a pile of brownies sitting in front of me. Only I no longer have an appetite.
    ***
    “I t’s safe to come out again. She left over an hour ago.” Derek’s been holed up in here in the dark almost all day. It’s like you can’t even tell he took a shower and got dressed this morning. He’s right back to wearing his pansy ass pajama bottoms and I know for damn sure he’s just wearing them