Too hot to handle by Robin Kaye

Author:Robin Kaye [Robin Kaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Roman
ISBN: 9781402217661
Published: 2009-05-01T07:00:00+00:00

The buzzer rang, waking Annabelle from a delicious dream. Damn, she was just getting to the good part too. Dave barked as she pulled a robe on and half hopped, half stumbled, to the intercom since she'd forgotten her crutches. "What?"

"Is that any way to answer the door? What if I was Mike?"

"Mike has the decency not to come by at ungodly hours unannounced." Though he had been known to phone at ungodly hours, but that never forced her out of bed. She buzzed her mother in and unlocked the front door just in time for Mama to make her grand entrance.

Annabelle discovered Mama scared Dave too, because he went running for the garden. She only wished she could join him.

She made it to the kitchen before the woman in question entered. She needed caffeine, and a lot of it, if she was to survive the ordeal ahead that held all the earmarks of a maternal surprise attack.

She made coffee as Mama placed her purse on the bar separating the kitchen from the dining area and opened the refrigerator, probably in search of milk.

Annabelle tried to remember the last time she'd gone shopping and couldn't. Chances are, whatever milk products were still present in the refrigerator, were not fit for human consumption. From the look on Mama's face after opening the milk, Annabelle was right.

"You'll have to drink it black."

"And this is how you keep your house? There's no food, you haven't vacuumed or dusted, and you have cups and plates lying all over. You're almost as big a slob as your sister."

"Supplies are under the sink if you feel the need to clean. I've been laid up in case you haven't noticed."

The coffee machine made the last gurgle signaling its completion and not a second too soon. Annabelle opened the cabinet where the coffee cups should be only to find it bare. A glance at the sink told the whole sad story. From the look on her mother's face, she noticed the same thing.

"You go get cleaned up, and for God's sake put some clothes on. I'll wash the dishes, and then we can sit down and have a nice talk over breakfast."

"Not unless you have breakfast stuffed in your handbag." She hopped to her room while her mother mumbled in Italian about a mother's curse. What a way to start the day.

Annabelle wasn't interested in hearing her mother's premarriage and children rant. She didn't need to be at work until 11:00 a.m. , and it was … geez, not even 8:00 a.m. yet. She threw on shorts and a T-shirt, eager to get through the torturous visit as soon as possible. The next time she saw Mike she was going to kill him for bringing this on her.

She collected her crutches, choosing not to wear her air cast. She left the Ace bandage on and made her way back to the kitchen and the promise of coffee. Unfortunately, coffee had been the only thing she'd had to look forward to lately.

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