Fallon shakes her head, then puts her laptop down before standing. She sashays to the kitchen carrying the bag. “Where’s your coffee maker?”
“Damn, I knew I was forgetting something,” I mutter, keeping a straight face.
“Should’ve known it was too good to be true,” she grinds out as she tries to walk past me.
I gently grab her elbow and pull her back in front of me. “I was kidding. Loosen up, Fallon Joy.”
Fallon JoyHer eyes narrow before the corner of her lips slightly tilt up. “You’re rude.”
“And you’re too serious,” I say, moving into my pantry and grabbing the appliance from the top shelf. I went through a phase when I tried to drink it before work but never stuck with it. I’m naturally alert in the mornings anyway—a blessing when it comes to my job.
I set it on the counter and plu
