The following morning, Carmen’s eyes popped open. Liam lay next to her looking like he had no intention of moving. She nudged his shoulder.
“Uhn.”
“Time to get up.” She rolled off the bed and shivered. She shuffled to the kitchen and started coffee. Then she took a hot shower and dressed in layers. She knew the truck got hot while they cooked, but it was so bitter cold out that she knew she wouldn’t be warm with her hands passing through the window taking money and handing over orders.
Gloves. She needed gloves. While she sucked down that glorious first cup of coffee, she rummaged through the hall closet for a pair of gloves. By the time she found a pair that had seen better days, Liam was up and grumbling about the a*s c***k of dawn. She smiled as she went back to the kitchen. She didn
