I woke up to someone violently shaking me. Why did people do this to me? I opened my eyes to see Chelsea grinning at me mischievously.
I yawned and sat up. “What is it, Chelsea? It’s so early in the morning.”
“It’s not early, it’s seven o’clock! Anyway, I want to show you what the guys are doing. It’s hilarious!” she said, her eyes shimmering with glee.
I groaned and got out of bed slowly. “Let me brush my teeth first. It’ll take me literally two minutes.”
She sighed. “Fine, but hurry up.”
Exactly two minutes later, Chelsea was dragging me downstairs in a hurry. What had her in a rush? It wasn’t like the guys were climbing Mount Everest or something. She stopped at the kitchen entrance and motioned to me to remain quiet. I could hear music coming from the kitchen, and I recognized the song. On cue, I heard William’s voice belting out the lines.
I peeked into the kitchen and saw the guys making breakfast while bobbing their heads to the music. I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing when all of them jumped onto the island to dance to the chorus.
I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I struggled to keep my laughter in. Now this was something to remember. It wasn’t every day you saw four big, bad CEOs and a ruthless lawyer dancing on a kitchen island to a boy band. I turned to Chelsea, who was laughing quietly while filming them.
We burst out laughing when they began to shake their butts. It was priceless! Especially the looks on their faces when they realized they had an audience. Chelsea and I laughed for two minutes straight. We turned to face them, and they were still standing on the island, looking at us sheepishly.
“This is awkward,” William said, scratching the back of his head. They jumped back off the island, and Alex went to take care of the burning pancakes.
Chelsea nudged me with her elbow. “Who knew you guys were teenage girls at heart, huh?”
“Ha-ha, very funny, Chelsea,” Alex said sarcastically.
She shrugged. “At least I have blackmail material now.”
“You have what?” the guys yelled in unison.
“Tell me you didn’t record that,” Ethan said anxiously.
She winked. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”
“Heather!” They turned to me with worried looks.
“Don’t look at me. I’m going to go eat my pancakes in the living room.” I smiled innocently at them and headed to the living room.
While I was eating, William walked in and sat beside me on the couch. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I could tell something was off because he was super tense. I put my plate on the coffee table and turned to face him. He was staring into space, and his face seemed worried and confused at the same time.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
He sighed. “I had my private investigator look into who Kelly has been talking to recently and I learned she was working with someone else too.”
I frowned. “Who is it?”
“It’s my cousin. You probably have never seen him before because he didn’t come to our wedding. He’s a pretty cool guy, and I don’t know. I just find it hard to believe he would involve himself with Kelly’s schemes.”
“You never know. Look at Elliot. I thought he was a nice guy too but he ended up being a mental, obsessive nincompoop.”
“I knew he was trouble the moment I saw him,” William said, tightening his arms around me.
“Of course you did,” I muttered.
He chuckled and pecked my lips softly before pulling me up with him. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only a quarter past seven. “I need to pick Jonah up from my parents’ house. The poor baby has been there since I’ve been in the hospital.”
“I’m surprised the police haven’t found anything about his parents.”
“I know. If they don’t find anything soon, they will have me put him in the shelter.” I frowned.
We sat there in silence for a couple of moments. I could still hear Chelsea and the guys arguing about the video. I hoped my kitchen was still there once they finished, considering last time there were marshmallows everywhere.
I suddenly remembered something I wanted to ask William. “What’s your cousin’s name?”
“Winston.”