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“You’re probably right.” Dead ends sucked. “Did Rider say anything about those vents?”
“He’s still looking into it. He did say that he has yet to find any secondary entrance into the complex. The only road is the main one that goes by the guardhouse.”
“Like I said, I’ve never seen another way in.” Paris sat up as they entered Chesterfield. “Turn right on Fourth Street.”
“I see it.”
Grayson parked, and she couldn’t wait to take a sip of the rich brew. When they stepped inside, there was a long line. “Seriously?”
He faced her. “It’s not normally this crowded?”
“I don’t come here very often, but it seems odd there would be so many people on a weekday.” Paris studied the clientele. “I have to say, these people look as desperate for coffee as I am.”
“Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get you a cup?”
He was sweet. “Better yet, how about you pick up a bag of the light roasted coffee, and I’ll order a cup to go as well as one of their croissant sandwiches. I hope you don't mind, but I'm not really in the mood for a restaurant."
"Sure. No problem."
"If we have time, I'd like to stop back at my house for some things I forgot to pack. We can have a quick dinner there.”
“Sounds good. If we aren’t going out, how about getting me whatever you’re having. I’ll pay.”
“You got it.”
Paris went to the line for take-out, and Grayson headed to the main line for the bag of coffee. When she was about to order, he switched lines once a second server showed up. After she ordered, she stepped off to the side to wait for her food. Turns out, they both finished at the same time and then walked out together.
“What took so long?” she asked. He should have finished before her, since she had to wait for them to pour the coffee and make the croissants.
“I’ll tell you when we get in the car.”
That sounded interesting. Right now, she needed her coffee. As soon as she got in the front seat, she lifted the lid, inhaled the scent, and sipped the hot brew. “That is divine,” she moaned.
Grayson chuckled. “I’ll take a sip of mine if it’s that tasty.”
“Drink up. I plan to make a big pot once I get back to the house.”
He took a few sips and then placed the cup in the holder. “That was good. I hope the food is as delicious.”
“It always is.”
When Grayson pulled in front of her place, she was relieved to find her car was still there, and that everything looked in order.
“How’s the headache?” Grayson asked.
“Slightly better thanks, but I need to eat.”
“I hear you.”
When Paris stepped in to her house, a sense of calm enveloped her. It was nice to be among her things again. Even though the rental was a bit run down, it was still hers. “Let me put on a pot of coffee, and then we can eat.”
“Need help?”
“Do you know how to brew coffee?”
“Lady, I have a PhD in coffee making.”
She laughed, which felt good—real good—especially since she hadn’t experienced a lot of joy lately. Paris pointed to the coffeemaker. “Go for it.”
