Autumn
“It’s mud. There’s a twenty-four-hour bodega across the street that makes the best dulce de leche coffee in the state.”
“Jesus.” My hand covered my heart as I turned around. Donovan leaned casually against the visiting room doorway. “You scared the crap out of me. I didn’t hear you come in.”
He flashed that sexy grin of his. “It’s almost eleven thirty. Why are you still here?”
I sighed. “Honestly, I lost track of time until I just came out here to grab a cup of coffee. Bud is so entertaining. He really knows how to tell a story.”
Donovan shook his head. “I’m guessing some of those stories made me out to be a little shit.”
I smiled. “Did you really get arrested for having s*x in a police car?”
Donovan dropped his head. “I wasn’t having s*x. We were thirteen and making out. Tha
