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The next day, Lorcan found Jay sitting on the back veranda, a cup of tea in his hand, watching the sun rise over the trees of the tropical forest in the distance. The horizon glowed in the glorious orange glow of sunlight.
“It’s going to be a hot day,” Jay said when he saw Lorcan approaching and gestured toward a chair. “I have tea, coffee, and things enough for a simple breakfast for you and your friends. You can help yourself before you hit the road.”
Lorcan sat down. “I’d kill for a cup of coffee—any sort of coffee as long as it contains caffeine. But Orla’s very picky. She only drinks a certain type. Not only that, it has to be brewed in a certain way. She makes it very difficult when we’re on the road, you know.”
Jay laughed. “Women,” he said and shook his head. “You and Orla ar
