Chris Brooker was staring out his kitchen window at the snowfall, waiting for the coffee to perk. He’d been up for most of the night with the blonde from the bar, and he was wiped out. He was just happy that today was Saturday, and he could fall back into bed after she left.
He heard a noise behind him now and he turned around. The blonde stood there fully clothed – thank God – and carrying her purse.
“Hi,” he said. “How you doing, Cara?”
“Good.” She looked around his tiny apartment, taking in its neatness. “Is that coffee?”
“Yeah.” He sighed internally as he realized that she’d be staying for a while longer. “You want some?”
“Please. Milk and sugar.”
She sat in the armchair and looked around again. “You’re very clean for a man who lives alone.”
He grinned at that. “Yeah, well. Year
