Rafe chuckled from the table. “Not a morning person, then. I wasn’t sure if that was yesterday or all days.” At least he was wearing a shirt this time. How noble of him. Katy ignored him and headed for the bathroom with her mug. After their strange argument yesterday, they had skirted around each other, each working intently on their respective computers, or at least feigning to do so. When she’d gone to bed in the guest room, she’d been so frustrated she flopped around for at least an hour before falling asleep. That damn infuriating man had gone to his own room and shut the door with a peck on her cheek. She’d wanted to slap him. Katy came back into the kitchen dressed to run. It was Sunday. If he thought he was going to keep her from meeting Jenna at eight thirty, she would read him the riot act. “I wasn’t sure if you had cancelled with your friend or not.”
