"You really don’t know how to work a coffee maker, do you?"

Adrian’s dry voice floated into the kitchen just as Naya poured water into the machine, her fingers fumbling over the buttons.

She shot him a glance over her shoulder and arched one brow.

"And you really don’t know how to keep quiet before I’ve had my caffeine," she quipped back.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her with faint amusement. His tie was already knotted, suit immaculate, yet his hair ...