Patting the wall beside the shower, she fished her bathrobe from the hook and pulled it on. She hated drying off with towels and the thick terrycloth robe cocooned her in warmth while it absorbed the water. She belted the robe around her and, after stepping into her slippers, padded over to the vanity to brush out her hair. But she stopped and sniffed the air. “All right!” She put down her brush and headed for the kitchen. Her objective was a steaming hot cup of the coffee she’d smelled wafting through the air. The aroma of the rich brew was a pleasant surprise and she was thankful for Cedric’s ability to provide her with that much-needed waker-upper each morning. The coffeemaker was just finishing its timer cycle, the rich black coffee pooling in the glass pot but Cedric was not in the kitchen to greet her. Instead, Cree had left a note on the computer by the refrigerator asking her to join him for lunch by the lake when she got back from Mass. “I’ll bring human food too, along with my usual entrails,”
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