CHAPTER FIVE
Boomer awoke to the smell of coffee, and he glanced at the alarm clock next to his bed. Oh-eight-thirty. He sat up before the events of the prior evening assaulted him, and he groaned. It hadn’t been a dream. Kat was out in his kitchen, at this very moment, making coffee. Tossing his covers off, he got up, headed to the master bath, and took care of business. Then he grabbed a clean T-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser and put them on over the boxer briefs he’d slept in.
As he strode down the hallway, he noticed her bedroom door was shut, but it didn’t register in his mind before he entered the kitchen and stopped short. f**k! How the hell could he have forgotten he had plans this morning? Easily. The excuse must still be asleep down the hall. Well, at least it was only h
