I stomped into the kitchen after leaving her on the landing to finally grab that coffee. I felt hot and out of sorts though Mace had the AC blasting already. “Careful, that’s…” He held up his hand when I put the freshly brewed cup of java to my lips and swallowed, “hot.”

Yeah, too late; I remembered that Wolf and he had rigged the coffeepot to make the coffee boiling hot. I was too angry to feel that shit this morning, though. And the kicker, I couldn’t tell the most ...