“You sure you only need one?” Memphis asked, standing behind her shoulder.
She turned to eye him, trying to tell if he was joking or not. “It’s thirty ounces,” she said. “It’s enough for two hundred forty cups of coffee.”
“So two then?”
Giggling, Olivia swatted him playfully on the arm. “I do have a little bit of an addiction, I guess. But I think this will last me another week or so.” The thought that it might not be that long at all crossed her mind, but she didn’t voice it. If she got her book done ahead of schedule, she’d promised to return home, and so far there was no reason to do anything other than that, no matter how much she liked the feel of his hand on her arm. Besides, for all she knew, he might be planning to leave the day after New Year’s.
“What about creamer, milk, what
