As I wander into the kitchen, Fox turns from where he’s standing at the stove scrambling eggs into a pan full of sautéed vegetables. He looks me up and down before jerking his head to the coffee pot where an empty cup awaits me next to a carton of half and half. I tip a bit of the half and half into my cup and then fill the rest with coffee, sipping the brew and sighing because it’s definitely the best cup I’ve ever had. Smooth and robust and everything a cup of coffee should be. Damn, I’m going to be so spoiled living here. And yes, I am moving in even though Fox and I haven’t discussed
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