Gracie got even more confusing over the next few days. Sleeping in the stockroom gave him a crick in his neck, so he was more curt than usual when he made his way into the office in the mornings.
Weirdly, Gracie didn’t seem to mind his bad mood. “If you want to yell and lose your temper, go ahead. Let it out. Be grumpy.”
“I’m not going to yell,” he grumbled. He bent to search for a coffee can under the counter. “But I am going to start some coffee.”
“Aren’t you upset that I didn’t already? I usually do, but today I didn’t.”
Why was she goading him? “I’m not upset. I just want coffee. Where is it?”
“Oh.” She actually sounded disappointed that he wasn’t upset. “Here’s a new canister.” She handed him a new can, then hesitated. “Why don’t I make the coffee? You should go shave. Did you wa
