“Rise and shine,” he said. “I need to get to work and you need to come with me.” “There's something poking me in my back.” He slid his arms around me. “Actually we have a couple minutes to spare.” “How many minutes?” “Enough to get the job done.” “Are we talking about your job or mine?” His hand skimmed the length of my belly and settled between my legs. “We're wasting valuable time.” Okay, here's the real difference between men and women. I wake up thinking about coffee and doughnuts and Morelli wakes up thinking about sex. Morelli kissed the back of my neck, did some really clever things with his fingers down there, and the thoughts of coffee drifted away. Truth is, the magic fingers had my full attention and the coffee thoughts were replaced by a fear that the fingers might stop. The fear was groundless, of course.
