Chapter Five
When the rich aroma of black coffee filled Savannah’s lungs, her nose guided her straight out of bed. She’d stumbled halfway across her bedroom before noticing three things: it was still dark outside, she was still n***d, and the glowing blue number on her bedside clock seemed convinced it was just after two in the morning.
All the same, that coffee smelled so damn good she threw on her fluffy white robe to investigate.
The TV was on. That was surprising, because she could usually hear it from her bedroom. The kitchen light shone across the hallway, but the rest of the apartment was dark. Without processing who might have made coffee at two in the morning, or for what purpose, Savannah wandered toward the machine of infinite temptation.
“I’m sorry,” an alluring voice r
