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“I said, I’m afraid your jacket is creased”

“Oh It’s nothing Just—just forget about—” He took the jacket, laying it over the back of an upholstered chair that had seen better days Dammit, why couldn’t he come up with a coherent sentence? “Uh, I’ll just wash up, if that’s okay”

“Oh, of course I’ll put on the coffee Do you think the driver would want a cup? I could take it down to—”

“He has a thermos Drivers fro After all that had happened to her tonight, she could still think of soht of it,” he said “He’ll be pleased”

Somehow, he made it to the closet-sized bathroom

Caleb turned on the cold water

He had to get his head together

Sage was a good-looking woman Hell, she was beautiful Bottom line So what?

She lived in a bad location Worked in one, too But he wasn’t her protector He wasn’t her guardian

And he didn’t want a one-night stand with her, either

She wasn’t the kind of woman meant for casual sex

He cupped his hands under the water and splashed it over his face

“A cup of coffee,” he told the mirror “And then you’re out of here, dude”

He opened the door Went into the kitchen Drank coffee One cup Fast, while she did the sa, because yes, it really was time to put an end to this

“Excellent coffee,” he told her, with a quick smile