“Can I read another one?” Zoe asked as they loaded their clean and, in some cases, ironed clothes into the SUV.
“Another of my books?”
“Duh, of course another of your books.”
“Sure.” She beamed. Zoe worried she’d upset her with her comments about Ridden Hard and that she might be weird about Zoe reading another book. But she seemed pleased.
Zoe fished around in the box and came out with one with a couple of guys who were overdressed in comparison to the others, one wearing a nice business suit, the other a polo shirt and a barista’s apron. The background was a sort of fantasy coffee shop. The type where the tables were never sticky or wobbly and there were no screaming kids. Though the tables might get sticky once these guys got going. It was called Double Strong, Double Sweet. She put
