Feeling the need for another shot of caffeine, she popped a single serve cup into the shiny modern brewer the owners had thoughtfully placed in the kitchen and pressed Brew.
"What kind of funny thing?" Grace asked. "You haven't been there twenty-four hours. Are you in trouble already?"
"Yes. No." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I don't know."
"Well, spill it, sister. Give me all the deets."
Choosing her words carefully, she explained about the mix-up on the lease and her unexpected roommate.
"Wait just a minute," Grace interrupted. "Are you telling me that, after all the s**t that happened to you, you're sharing a cottage with a s*x god?"
"Did I say s*x god?" Peyton demanded. "Did I even intimate he was, um, anyone like that?"
"You didn't have to." Grace snorted. "You said
