Grace bristled and leaned over the counter so she could look Harry in the eye. “Well, darling, since Chicago’s a long fucking way from here, I guess I’ll have to learn how to do without. I sure hope I don’t chip a nail hefting a regular old coffee mug like you tough Alaskans.” She’d started speaking before she even realized what she was doing, and by the end of it, her heart was pounding in her throat.
