Twenty minutes later we were seated at a cafe called The Morning Tide, right on the boardwalk with outdoor seating and ocean breeze. I ordered pancakes with bacon. Aurora got French toast with strawberries. Addison ordered waffles with whipped cream and extra syrup, then proceeded to dump hot sauce on everything.
"That's disgusting," Aurora said.
"You're disgusting." Addison took a massive bite and moaned around it. "God that's good."
I watched her demolish her breakfast like it had personally insulted her family. She caught me staring and raised an eyebrow.
"Something on my face?"
"Yeah. Hot sauce."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand instead of using a napkin like a normal person. "Better?"
"Marginally."
Aurora kicked my shin under the table. Gentle. Playful. I kicked back and she grinned, that satisfied little smirk that meant she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted.
