“Why are you bringing me coffee at an inhuman hour?” “To talk about Naomi, of course. I assumed you were quicker than this.” “I am when my sleep isn’t interrupted.” So maybe it hadn’t been the sleep I was pissed off about. Maybe it was the dream involving Naomi’s cherry-painted lips that had just been getting warmed up when this asshole decided to be social. “My apologies. I figured this talk couldn’t wait,” he said, pulling out a stool at the counter. I crumpled up the towel and threw it in the sink. “Is this the part where you tell me to back off your girl?” Stef laughed.
