“Come on, love, time to get up.” He leaned down, pecking me softly on the lips. “Would you mind making some coffee while I grab a shower?” “No, they aren’t going to give us any peace until we get this over with.” I rolled out of bed and watched Max walk toward the bathroom. Shaking off any lustful thought I might have had, I headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. But the coffee maker refused to cooperate. Time for a new one. I started a kettle of water instead. It’s either instant or tea. When I returned to the bedroom, I found Max just leaving his shower. I handed him a steaming mug. “It’s instant, I’m afraid. Seems the coffee maker decided to die.” An hour or so later, we were sitting in the same conference room as the day before. Agent Keller and his band of agents greeted us. I felt my stomach knot up once again at the thought of what might transpire. I was aware of Max gazing at me, and I tried to stay on top of my emotions. “Good morning,” Keller started the conversation.
