“Trust me. You want these eggs. They’re from my parents’ farm. I collected them myself.” Now I feel even worse, if that’s possible. But I still take them from her outstretched hand. “I also brought you a coffee.” She holds the paper cup out to me with an amused tilt to her shapely lips. I’m going to hell. “Mira. Honestly. You don’t need to do this.” “I know. But I like watching your face when I try to guess what type of coffee you like. It’s worth the few bucks that cost me.”
