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That golden brown brow lifted. “I was supposed to bring it with me?”
“Well, if you weren’t here I would have just brought it with me.” Didn’t everyone? “So it’s your job.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t comment. Instead he rose, turned and moved to the kitchen. And Ria enjoyed the view. Those snug black mission pants did indeed mold over a very fine male Breed ass. The kind that just made your hands itch to cup and test the hard muscles beneath.
“You’re a bitch in the morning, did you know that?” he asked as he returned with the coffeepot.
“Yeah well, get that first cup of coffee in me and you’ll revise your opinion. I’m actually a demon from hell. You were just smart enough to stay out of my way.”
He poured the coffee for her.
“No sugar or cream?” He seemed surprised as she shuddered.
“God no. What would be the point?”
He grunted as he took his seat and refilled his own cup.
“You’re going to have to make another pot,” she told him as she leaned forward, propping her arm on the table and paying attention to the early morning stock reports. She had missed them last night.
“Me?”
“Uh-huh.” She turned up the sound to catch the Asian markets before reaching across the table for a leather legal pad folder and flipping it open to make notes. She might have to call her broker.
She heard him clear his throat and ignored it. He was helping her drink it. A pot was usually enough for her.
“Just a word of warning. You might not like my coffee,” he said.
“Three level scoops of grounds from the canister into a clean filter and a pot of water. You can’t screw it up.” She waved him toward the kitchen. Surprised that he went, she was actually curious now exactly how far she could push him.
Yeah, she was a bitch. But she was resigned to her little faults and had learned to live with them.
As she watched the financial reports and then turned to world news, she was aware of Mercury bringing the refreshed coffee back to the table. Keeping her eyes on the newscast, she pushed her cup toward him then waited on him to pour.
The first sip was ghastly.
Her eyes opened as she stared down at the cup, then up at Mercury.
“You did that deliberately,” she accused in amazement. “Why did you do that?”
A frown jerked between his brows as he clunked the pot to the table and glared back at her.
“Coffee takes a knack, dammit,” he snarled back at her. “I don’t have the knack. Now live with it.”
Live with it? She opened her mouth to snap out a refusal. Before the words could leave her lips, he was in her face. Right in her face. Leaning down, arms braced on the table as his brown eyes seemed to glow with anger.
“Live with it.” The rumbling growl of displeasure wasn’t faked. Mercury, she had found, didn’t play intimidation games.
Ria cleared her throat nervously. “You could have warned me.”
He leaned back slowly. “I believe I did. But your ‘Demon from Hell’ attitude chose to ignore me. Now, if you want to go to Sanctuary, finish that damned coffee. We can get brea
kfast there.”
Breakfast. She stared back at him wide-eyed. Okay, that was his problem. Men got cranky when they were hungry.
“There are Danishes in the cabinet.”
The look he gave her wasn’t polite. Okay. So maybe not Danishes. Of course, that didn’t mean she was drinking the coffee. Some things she just wasn’t about to be intimidated into.
