Nineteen
Alice looked rested when Matt opened the solid wood door for her. She’d gone casual with jeans and soft boots. Matt was glad she’d left the heels at home. Made his feet hurt just looking at her. Right now his feet were the only thing that didn’t hurt. He noticed she held a couple of bags and a white pastry box. His brows arched.
“Breakfast?”
“It is the most important meal of the day.” She looked past him, then asked softly, “When did she get here?”
“Last night.” He nodded for her to proceed down the hall.
“Really?” Her brows arched as she stepped past him.
He resisted the compulsion to explain for two whole heartbeats. “She was hammered. Didn’t think she could handle a full court press. Fell asleep before the coffee was done.”
He didn’t finish with, “Satisfied,” but it was
