The morning sun spilled through the clubhouse windows, bathing the kitchen in soft gold. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air — real coffee this time, not the burnt sludge they’d all suffered through for far too long.
Avery sat at the kitchen island, bare feet tucked up on the stool, hair pulled into a soft twist, a smile tugging at her lips as she took the first sip.
“God,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut, “it’s actually perfect.”
Frankie was across from her, sipping her own mug with a smug look.
“I’m starting to forgive you for not sharing this machine yesterday,” Frankie said. “This is almost too good.”
Avery laughed quietly. “Reyes gets all the credit. He took me to town and everything.”
Right on cue, heavy boots thudded down the hallway and Reyes strolled in, clean and coll
