The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior. Hippolyte Taine Chapter 4 Jake had awakened and gotten up before Cory for once, heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He’d discovered she was still a morning person, while he was barely civil until his third cup of joe. Even as a teen he’d had to have his morning caffeine; then it was Mountain Dew, his goal to get at least one down before first period. He and Cory had settled into somewhat of a routine over the last couple of weeks, though more than once he’d almost run smack into her in the hallway coming back from the bathroom in the middle of the night. They’d ended up sharing the upstairs one because the downstairs toilet needed some professional plumbing help, and Faythe’s only plumber was booked for weeks. The last time he’d met her in the hallway, she’d been wearing a blue robe, and he wondered if she had finally figured out her nightgowns were revealing more than she realized. A glimpse of the last nightgown had kept him awake for an hour as he’d tried to banish the vision of her standing in the moonlight in the satiny pink material held up by tiny straps—more like threads—and how the tops of her breasts were nicely rounded above the low neckline.
