Feeling the Heat
Watching her boyfriend, Taylor, as he picked up the mug of coffee and made to head straight back outside, Maisie let out an exaggerated sigh. Folded her arms for good measure.
Taylor turned to where she sat at the kitchen table with a magazine. “What’s up, babe?”
She raised her eyebrows, unable to believe he didn’t already know the answer to the question. “One, you didn’t thank me for the coffee I made you. Two, you’re spending more time in that f*****g garage than with me just lately. I’m beginning to think you’ve got another woman stashed in there, rather than that bloody car!”
A look of chagrin on his face, Taylor crossed over to her, then bent and dropped a kiss on her hair. “I’m sorry, Mais. Thank you for the coffee.”
With that, he headed back towards the door. H
