“By the time Trevor finished scrubbing the machine oil from his hands, Chassie and Edgard had returned to the kitchen. Chassie said, “Who wants coffee?” “Sounds great, Chass.” “There’s cookies, unless Trev ate them all. The man has a serious… — Lorelei James Copy Share Image
“Chassie poured the coffee. Trevor automatically grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and set it next to Edgard. He snagged a spoon from the dish rack, passing it and the sugar canister to Edgard, ignoring Chassi's questioning stare. Didn't… — Liz Andrews Copy Share Image
