The next morning, he was awake when I emerged from my room. His eyes met mine, and he looked almost sheepish.
“Sorry I passed out like that,” he said. “I guess I was more tired from the drive than I thought.”
“No biggie,” I assured him. “It was pretty late. And I have to admit, that couch is really comfortable.”
His hand rubbed the back of his neck. “Mostly. I think I got a crick.”
He looked so adorable right then, with his mussed hair and the dark scruff of several days’ growth of beard on his cheeks and chin, that I had to keep myself from grinning. I didn’t want him to think I was smiling at his discomfort, after all. “Well, let’s see if some coffee will help.”
Immediately, his expression brightened. “You just said the magic word.”
Yes, coffee did have its own magic. I bustled abo
