Penny's POV
When I wake up, Andrew's side of the bed is empty. My heart skips for half a second before I hear low, muffled voices downstairs.
I pull on a robe and walk down the hallway.
"…you think you're protecting her?" That's Andrew, clipped and sharp.
"She's my sister, Andrew. I don't care how much you say you love her, she's leaving for New York and we don't know when she's gonna be back. You're gonna be here. And when she's gone, Savannah's gonna slide right back in."
My blood turns cold.
I step into the kitchen just in time to see Andrew gripping the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white, while Nick leans back in a chair like he owns the place.
"Morning, guys." I say flatly.
Nick smirks. "Morning, Penny. We were just discussing the inevitable."
"Yeah?" I move to the coffee maker. "Here's my contribution: Shut up. I don't wanna hear it."
Andrew's jaw twitches, but his eyes soften when he looks at me. "Penny–"
