Chapter Seven
Maybelle awoke to the aroma of fresh brewing coffee. She yawned and stretched, rolling to her side, then sitting bolt up. It was five in the morning, she shouldn’t be smelling coffee. Unless… She bounded out of bed, slipped on the pair of jeans she’d draped over the back of the chair the night before, then threw on her favorite sweatshirt. Blinking hard as she stumbled out of the bedroom, her eyes confirmed what her nose had already announced. Ty was in the kitchen, standing at the stove, and next to him was a steaming cup of magic, just waiting to be consumed.
“Is that?” She pointed to the mug, not yet awake enough for more than two words.
“Coffee?” Ty supplied, his mouth curving upward.
He didn’t look her direction, but she didn’t care. They could talk about last night
