Chapter 72

• I thought he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. I wanted that and more. But he didn’t, not then.
• Instead, he let me go, and stepped back, nodding his head at the coffee pot that had just finished brewing. “I know better than to come between a woman and her morning caffeine.”
• I smiled wryly, but as I prepared us both a cup, my hands were shaking so hard that I wondered if I should even drink it. I was already wound up too tight to contain.