Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

I glance at Noah and back at Jeanine, wishing I didn’t have to put my order in with him listening. “Uh, coffee too.” “Black?” “Yep.” I lean forward slightly. “Plus cream and sugar.” I catch Noah’s grin. “Shut up,” I tell him and he raises his hands. “I didn’t say a thing.” “Your smirk did. It’s sexist of you to think I can’t be manly and also enjoy cream and sugar.” Noah cuts his eyes to me, still holding a look of complete disinterest. “I can’t work in a pie shop, wear an apron every damn day of my life, and also be sexist.” “I’m starting to think it’s all a front. You and your black-as-tar coffee are sexist as shit.” Jeanine chuckles and turns toward the coffeepot to pour our drinks. “Aren’t you two just bursts of sunshine this morning?”