“Good morning, sunshine!”
A hot cup of coffee was thrust under my nose. Followed by an insufferably bright smile.
How was it that no matter how many times he crisscrossed the globe, Nicholas always managed to look as if he’d slept a full eight hours? Even now, after a night of heavy drinking followed by a midnight sprint through downtown Spain, he was all lit up inside. Not a single shadow beneath his sparkling eyes as they beamed down at me, dimples and all.
“It’s dark outside,” I croaked in response, taking the coffee with a petulant swipe.
He grinned. “Yes, but technically morning.”
Remind me to set the Oxford Debate Club on fire.
“At any rate,” he reached down and pulled me gracefully to my feet, “there’s a car ready to take you back to your apartment, your briefcase is already p
