Chapter Six
THE NEXT MORNING FOUND Vince still alive, though tension filled his every move as he went about the task of making a pot of coffee. Julie still lay sprawled out on his bed, just as she had throughout the night. On his many trips to check on her during the evening, he had noticed that she snored. He grunted bitterly as he scooped coffee grounds into the paper filter, taking perverse satisfaction in the fact that she wasn’t perfect. It rerouted his mind and hormones off the path of desire.
What else didn’t he like about her? He thought as he poured water into the back of the machine. She left her shoes and socks right on his living room floor as if she lived here. He switched on the coffee maker. She was short. She was far too spunky. And she was the biggest damn flirt he’d eve
