HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

Anders’ eyes fell wide open and his face whipped back to Veil. His mother must have seen the recent development on social media, but he had never factored in the possibility of her meeting Veil.

And even if he had, this wasn’t the exact way he would have envisioned it; not with her half naked, with her face flushed from what he had been doing in between her legs. He tried to think fast, but his mother must have picked up the smell of the toast because he could hear her get closer.

Veil said nothing, but her eyes showed how confused she was. She looked from the door to his face, then helped him by getting off the island a second before his mother walked in through the door.

She halted abruptly as her eyes took in the scene, a little glint playing in her gray eyes. “I’m sorry for interrupting breakfast,” she gushed, even though Anders knew what she felt was far from remorse. Interest was a much better description. “I should have called beforehand, but I have never met any woman in his h