That in itself was out of character for Adam. Usually, that hour would have been mid-morning for him and he’d be long gone. Poor guy must be exhausted, she thought. Then she remembered he still didn’t know about her promotional tour. At least she’d be able to give him the exciting details over breakfast. Freshly showered and dressed in a dark blue Armani suit, gray shirt, and maroon silk tie, Adam entered the kitchen when Jill was on her second cup of coffee, reading the newspaper. He walked over to her and kissed her cheek. “Sorry if I woke you up last night. My flight had been delayed and it was too late to call.” Tamping down the memory of the sexual disappointment she’d felt, Jill replied, “No biggie. Glad you’re home safe.” “Me, too. At least things are back on track and the client’s happy. And how are things in the writing world?” Adam said, as he put a K-Cup in the Keurig and hit brew.
