“Give me some sugar too.” “No!” He sighed forlornly, and I reached for the drink again. This time, he held it up out of reach. “Hey!” “Take your heels off.” “You can’t be serious.” “As a heart attack.” I glanced up at the coffee. “It’s going to be cold.” “Better hurry, then.” This was so stupid. “I ought to throw this shoe at you,” I told him as I reached down to pull off the heeled boot. “But then I’d spill your coffee.” “I’ll drink yours.” “I’d give it to you.”
