Brody
I was up. I was early. I was not bright.
Gayle put her plate, which held a scone and two apples next to me, her coffee next. I was tempted to grab the coffee, but I knew she’d smack the back of my head and that was only if she didn’t pour the coffee on my lap.
I sighed, scooting back my chair as she was pulling hers in. “I need caffeine.”
“Okay,” I heard her mutter, as I walked toward the breakfast buffet table.
I was reaching for the Styrofoam cups when Kara sidled up next to me, a single strawberry on her plate.
“Hey.” It sounded a bit breathless, and I watched her as I poured the coffee. I didn’t break eye contact, judging from the feel of the heat before I turned off the spout.
Putting the lid on my cup, I pointed at her face. “You’ve got the sultry smile on this morning.
