Chapter 9
John took one sip from the paper cup and grimaced. “What is this?”
“It’s coffee,” Corrine replied, smoothing the lint roller down his back. “Just like you asked for.”
He waited until she straightened to meet her eyes in the mirror. “You got me decaf, didn’t you?”
Though he’d used his most annoyed tone, Corrine shrugged it off. “It’s too late for you have to anything with caffeine. You know that.”
“I need it to stay awake.”
“Then maybe you should’ve thought of that last night,” she said with wide-eyed innocence.
His jaw dropped at her audacity, then snapped shut when he saw the smile she couldn’t hide. When she’d knocked at his door that morning for breakfast, Frank had begged to be the one to answer. Now that his fears about his daughter had been waylaid, he seemed determi
