I stomped into the kitchen after leaving her on the landing to finally grab that coffee. I felt hot and out of sorts though Mace had the AC blasting already. “Careful, that's…" He held up his hand when I put the freshly brewed cup of java to my lips and swallowed, “hot."
Yeah, too late; I remembered that Wolf and he had rigged the coffeepot to make the coffee boiling hot. I was too angry to feel that s**t this morning, though. And the kicker, I couldn't tell the most highly skilled psychiatrist what my problem was because I haven't the first f*****g clue.
I'd stormed up the stairs after leaving her in the gym only to slam out of my room and right into her not five minutes later. Why? Because as soon as I reached the room, the thought of her down there with the two of them made my ass me
