“Not the get-coffee-together kind of girl, huh?” Rhys teases, no hint of his hesitation or unease from last night present in his expression now. “Just the serve-it-with-a-smile kind,” I quip. He smiles more genuinely, the indent of one dimple showing. “For some reason, I doubt the ‘smile’ part. I don’t remember that from the last time you served me coffee.”
