Mack wrapped his fingers around his cup to warm them up. They’d stopped at a coffeehouse on the way. Woody’s pick was plain coffee black and two chocolate donuts. Mack got his favorite caramel macchiato, the hit of espresso now keeping his brain active, and a blueberry muffin. He caught Woody’s smirk when he heard the order but ignored him. He had no intention of acknowledging his desire for the sweet drink. He was heartily sick of the weather already, and it was only November. And being trapped in an automobile with the source of all his hot fantasies lately was even further torture. Was it possible that Fred knew something about them? No, he wouldn’t have assigned them together. It was just an ugly coincidence. Every once in a while, Mack started the car to run the defrosters. Cracking the windows didn’t help keep them clear, what with the hot coffee and hot air inside. He closed his eyes for a moment to savor the scent of his drink combined with Woody’s light cologne. Behind the flower market, he had to sit here in this torture and wait for the Flowers and Greens truck to pull out.
