Karen Booth - Snowed In With A Billionaire

“Too bad you don’t have a housekeeper here to do that,” he quipped, forcing himself to walk with a normal gait.

Joy shook her head and continued working. “I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself. No housekeeper needed.”

He liked how independent she was. “I can see that.”

“Coffee’s on.”

“I could smell it all the way upstairs. It’s the only thing that could get me out of bed.” That, and the idea that you might be downstairs. “That mattress is quite comfortable.” He watched as Joy stood on tiptoes in fluffy pink slippers, plucking a coffee mug from the cabinet. She smiled when she handed it to him, but there was something about her this morning, again—that edge that left him feeling unsettled. He decided to shake it off and filled his mug from the carafe. He took a sip. It was strong and full-bodied, just how he liked it. “Delicious.”

“No cream or sugar?”

He leaned back against the counter. “No way. I avoid that stuff at all costs. I’ve grown to like black coffee.”

Joy visibly shuddered. She scrunched up her adorable nose. “Yuck.”

“I’m guessing you don’t take your coffee that way.”

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