“Do you drink coffee? Tea? I find it odd that I don’t know that about you.” “Coffee. Gallons of it. But why should you know?” When they’d woken up together at the Four Seasons, they’d rushed off to intercept Vince, so there had been no morning beverages. “I can name all eight of the men you’ve rejected since New Year’s, so it seems odd that I don’t know how you take your coffee.” “I take it black.” “Like your heart.”
