Chapter 9
At my third yawn, Zach grimaced. “This is why you should have stayed in bed.”
“Sorry. Didn’t know you found my yawning so offensive.”
I reached for the coffee the waitress had just brought for me and added a healthy amount of half-and-half. I’d thought I remembered a twenty-four-hour diner a few miles from Raine’s house that I’d spotted on the drive from the airport, and sure enough that’s where Zach and I had gone for breakfast. We weren’t the only ones there, and more arrived every few minutes. It was Thursday, and some appeared to be dressed for a workday ahead.
“You’re so dramatic,” Zach responded. “I just meant you’re obviously tired.”
I ignored that and instead picked up my plastic menu. “What are you getting?”
“Eggs Benedict.”
I eyed him. “You always get that.” And
