I stomped into the kitchen after leaving her on the landing to finally grab that coffee. I felt hot and out of sorts though Mace had the AC blasting already. “Careful, that’s…” He held up his hand when I put the freshly brewed cup of java to my lips and swallowed, “hot.”
Yeah, too late; I remembered that Wolf and he had rigged the coffeepot to make the coffee boiling hot. I was too angry to feel that shit this morning, though. And the kicker, I couldn’t tell the most highly skilled psychiatrist what my problem was because I haven’t the first fucking clue.
I’d stormed up the stairs after leaving her in the gym only to slam out of my room and right into her not five minutes later. Why? Because as soon as I reached the room, the thought of her down there with the two of them made my ass mental for some fucked up reason.