Chapter Thirteen
Violet licked her fingers and sighed happily. “That was the best continental breakfast I’ve ever eaten,” she declared. “The Fruit Loops were a particular delight.”
Ash smiled wryly. “Don’t try the coffee, then. You might be disappointed.” He grimaced as he drank his own cup of coffee before setting it aside. “I need real coffee. Do you want some? I’m dying.”
Violet kissed him, letting the sheet she’d wrapped around herself fall to her lap. They’d woken at dawn to make love a second time before falling back asleep. A few hours later, starving and caffeine-deprived, they’d snagged a few bagels, mini boxes of cereal, and milk cartons from the continental breakfast just minutes before it had ended.
“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” she said. “Coffee isn’t that important.”
