Chapter
Fourteen
Kristie rarely slept past seven in the
morning, so she was astonished to roll over, peer at the clock, and
discover it was after eight. Even more amazing—she smelled coffee.
Jason sat in one of the chairs, calmly reading the newspaper and
sipping from a paper cup. He grinned at her.
“Waking up, sleepyhead?”
“I can’t believe I slept this late,” she
grumbled. “I never sleep late.”
“You had an exhausting day yesterday.”
“Yeah. Now get out, so I can get up and get
dressed. It’s your turn to get breakfast.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, picking
up the keys from the dresser. Moments later she heard the crunch of
tires on gravel as the car pulled away.
She showered, did her hair, and dressed. She
fingered the makeup case, debating, before she flipped the li
