Chapter Five
ONCE THEY WERE AT VINCE’S place, Julie gave herself a chance to unwind. She was tied up in a million knots. Vince looked it, too, as he ignored her altogether, treading toward the kitchen. Without asking, she knew he was on his way to make a pot of coffee.
Tugging off her shoes, she plopped down on the sofa, her eyes riveted to the shoes sitting on the coffee table. She wasn’t looking forward to this. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart picked up speed at just the thought of what she might discover in the next few minutes. Maybe with Vince here it wouldn’t be so bad.
A few minutes later the object of her thoughts came out of the kitchen, handing her one of the mugs he carried. “Thought you might need this. I know I do. Sorry I don’t have any whiskey to put in it. We sure c
