Sweet Burn
“God help him if he stood between her and her coffee. She didn’t care if sixty gang members had laced the grounds with arsenic, because it was time to hit the brew button and pray her coffee creamer hadn’t curdled. No matter how good his intentions, Mack didn’t get to dictate how she lived her life. He also didn’t get to lay down the law or spell out rules she’d have to break. No way. When she banged into the room, however, he didn’t look concerned with any behavioral edicts she might be issuing. Nope. He was sitting at her itty-bitty kitchen table, working his way through a bowl of Cheerios.Her Cheerios.As soon as she staggered in, he reached over and punched the start button on her Mr. Coffee. A slow smile creased his face as he set down his spoon. Before she could say anything (although, really, what was she going to do? Complain that he’d hogged all her slightly stale cereal?), he tugged her into his lap.She was still half-asleep. That was the only reason why she went.She wasn’t a ...morning person.MoreLess
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