“Let’s make a pot of
regular," Rebecca said, interrupting my thoughts. She removed the orange
handled decanter from the bottom and placed it on the top burner. She leaned
over to open the cabinet below and took a pre-filtered bag of coffee out, then
ripped open the foil packaging and placed the grounds in the machine. "Do
you think the rumors about him are true?" she whispered.
"Rumors?" I repeated,
wiping down the counter with a dish towel. She pressed the button that
illuminated an orange light, indicating the brewing cycle had started. She
nodded her head toward Liam. "They say he's a big city boy from Chicago. A
drug dealer. Killed somebody."
"Nooo," I said and
clucked my tongue. "Rebecca do not spread gossip," I admonished,
alarmed that she should voice my own thoughts so clearly. I continued
straightening the creamer and plastic stirrers.
“I heard about it at school.”
Rebecca turned to face me and grinned, squeezing my forearm. "He's easy on
the eyes, ya?"
I twisted around to get a good
look at him over the open counter between the kitchen and the dining area. The
jet black of his sharply angled hair cut swept over one of his darkly lined
eyes accentuating their blueness. The effect was striking. He had a wide,
generous mouth that looked out of place with the rest of his features. As if
sensing I was watching him, he suddenly looked up at me, not bothering to flick
his inky black hair out of his face and our eyes met. I quickly glanced away,
embarrassed to be caught staring but not before I noticed the tingling
sensation that skated down my spine. More than just his appearance, something
about him set me on edge.
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