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Juliet stumbled into the kitchen, moving towards the fridge.

“Good morning, Duchess.”

Urgh. Was it?

Ahh. Mocha coffee. Sweet elixir of the Gods. She grabbed a can, letting out a cry as it was plucked from her hands.

No! What cruelty was this? She chased after the can, nearly crashing into the jerk holding it.

She held out her hands in the universal sign for gimme.

Or in her case, ‘gimme my coffee before I kill you, you rat bastard’.

Brick raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Oh, like that, is it? You haven’t been this anti-social in the mornings before.”

That’s because she usually caffeinated before she came downstairs. But she’d run out of coffee drinks upstairs.

She huffed out a breath, staring at the coffee.

He read the back of the can. “This is filled with sugar.”

Who was he? The coffee police?

“You can have it back—”

Damn right she could. Or he was toast. TOAST.

Her hand balled up into a fist. She knew how to hit. Reuben had taught her how to make a proper fist. If Brick thought she wouldn’t dick punch him then he didn’t know her well.

“Okay, Duchess. Not liking the way you’re looking at my dick. I’m going to hand this over to you.”

She pretty much snatched it out of his hand then opened it, gulping it down. By the time it was gone, she was feeling halfway decent.

Only now, she had a frowning man staring at her disapprovingly.

What was his problem?

“Are you addicted to these?”

Well, if by addicted he meant she needed at least five a day to survive and often substituted them for meals then . . .

“I’m going to take that as a yes. How many do you drink a day?”

Why was he asking her to do math? She hated math. She held up the fingers on one hand then shrugged.

He sighed. “As long as they’re not replacing meals.”

She smiled brightly. He gave her a skeptical look. Okay, so he wasn’t buying her bullshit. Yeah, she wouldn’t buy it either. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She looked deranged.

Not good.

“Breakfast time.”

She looked longingly at the fridge. She could really use another caffeine boost. She pulled herself up onto a stool. That’s when it hit her. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Holy. Shit.

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