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I wake to sunlight streaming over the bed. My view is blocked by Ryan, standing over me, offering me a mug.
“You like coffee on a morning?” he asks.
“I sit up to take the mug from him. “It’s one of the food groups.” I grin.
When was the last time I woke up in a man’s bed?
He sits by me, sipping from his own cup. He doesn’t speak, but repeatedly, his glance strays my way before he looks away again, smiling.
The obvious question finally looms. “What time is it?”
“Ten to eight.”
“Jeez! I’ll be late to work!”
“Hey, calm down. I’ll drive you there.”
“I can’t go like this….”
“The shower’s through there….”
As it is, Ryan delivers me on squealing wheels to Haswell Building at two minutes to nine,
And as I swipe my entry card, James Alexanders is coming in right behind me. He mus
