Ivan and I have been fighting for two days.
I've been busying myself with my new books and he? Onlybheaven knows what he's been up to—Maybe a series of late night calls with J.
On getting downstairs, I found Karen wrapped in Juan's arms, both of them looking blissfully happy. She hasn't resumed work yet thanks to her stupid company, they were just working on creating a spot for her because her previous position was now occupied. Stupid people.
Karen noticed me first and her eyes lit up.
"Morning, Wendy!" she called out, her voice filled with cheer.
"Morning, you two," I replied, smiling at their obvious affection for each other. "What's on the breakfast menu today?"
"Juan made pancakes," Karen said proudly, pointing to a stack of golden-brown pancakes on the counter.
Juan grinned, looking slightly bashful. "I hope you like them."
