CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
True to her word, Kate had coffee waiting the next morning. She knew that DeMarco took it black, so she went ahead and poured some into an insulated cup. DeMarco arrived twenty minutes late but Kate was fine with that. She realized the ungodly hour DeMarco had to leave DC in order to arrive at her house so early, so she was willing to overlook the tardiness. Not that she had any authority to give her grief over it anyway.
DeMarco seemed troubled almost right away. Kate volunteered to drive, allowing DeMarco to wrestle with her thoughts. But after a while, it was just too much to bear. They were comfortable enough with one another now where silence among them was perfectly okay, but this one was thick and filled with anxiousness.
“What’s on your mind?” Kate asked.
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