What’s the best part of your day?” He taps his hands along the armrest, gaze turning to Ace. My dog has sprawled out beside Anthony’s chair like he’s never been more relaxed in his life. “My morning cup of coffee,” he replies. I note it down, and I know I shouldn’t comment, but… “Yet you didn’t want a coffee when you came here yesterday.” “I doubt your machine is very good.” I glance up at him, but there’s a wryness to his features. He knows he’s being provocative. I give a one-shouldered shrug. “Compared to whatever fancy one you have at home, it’s likely not, no.” He nods. Looks past me
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