Going All the Way (Knights of Passion Book 1) by Megan Ryder

Author:Megan Ryder [Ryder, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9781944925055
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2016-04-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Sunlight streamed into the room, rudely awakening Stacia. She opened one eye and peered balefully at the skylight, which last night had seemed so romantic and beautiful when the moonlight had streamed in. Now, with the sun up and only a couple of hours of sleep under her belt, she had to rethink the design element. A heavy weight pinned her to the mattress. Jason’s arm. She nudged him, but he only groaned and pulled her closer. She pushed him harder.

“What the hell time is it?” He glared at her out of one squinty eye. “If you’re a morning person, get the hell out of my bed. I’m tired.” He promptly rolled over and started snoring again. Probably faking it so she would leave.

She slid out of the bed and grabbed his shirt from last night, tossed on the floor, a victim of their passion. It would do for a bathrobe.

What were the odds he had coffee in this place? Probably low, but a girl could hope. She closed the bedroom door and went downstairs in search of her morning heaven. A few minutes later, she had the coffee maker percolating, filling the small kitchen with the aroma of a hearty breakfast blend. No wimpy flavored coffee for Jason.

She sucked in a deep breath. No cream or sugar in the house, but at least there was coffee. She always had an emergency stash of creamers and sugar in her bag. She stirred both into the java, and sucked in the sharp scent of Sumatran blend. It was good. No cheap stuff for Jason.

She sighed and leaned against the counter, savoring the quiet and the beverage. She was just drifting to her happy place when the doorbell rang. She jerked and coffee spilled over her hand. “Damn it.” She wiped her hand on the dishcloth and walked down the hall. She opened the door and an older woman dressed in a magenta velour track suit turned.

“So, you must be the new chippie who’s sunk her claws into my boy. Well, you’re certainly not his usual type.” And she brushed by Stacia, rolling her suitcase over Stacia’s bare foot, causing her yelp.

Uh, her boy? Holy crap, Jason’s mother? Stacia tugged the shirt lower, trying to cover more of her legs and followed the woman into the living room, almost running into her, spilling her coffee again.

The woman glanced at the cup. “You have coffee? Good. It’s been a long flight and it’s way too early.”

“You could have stopped at a coffee shop,” Stacia muttered under her breath and followed the older woman into the kitchen. “So, you’re Jason’s mother?”

Probably a good idea to ascertain who this woman was before assuming, especially since she didn’t fit the image she had of his mother, not that she had been thinking of his mother at all. I mean, who thinks of their boyfriend’s mother? And was he a boyfriend, a client, or what? Too heavy questions after way too late a night. But she had a feeling that she’d better figure it out quick.

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