She really wanted some coffee. She pointed to the coffee mug in front of him.
“You can have some coffee once you eat something,” he told her. “You need something in your stomach.”
She rubbed her tummy and stared at him with a frown.
“Your tummy will feel better once it’s got some food in it,” he told her firmly.
Cash didn’t seem at all fazed by the fact that she’d gone nonverbal. Thankfully, neither did anyone else. She took a bite of the croissant, knowing that she wasn’t going to get her own way. And it seemed he was right. Her stomach started to settle after a few bites.
Cash reached for the coffee mug, taking a sip. Rude. She’d wanted some coffee. Addie glanced around. Was there more coffee somewhere?
When she turned back, he held the mug to her lips. “Here you go. It’s a good temperature, not too hot, not too cold. Just how you like it.”
He knew how warm she liked her coffee? Maybe it really didn’t matter that they hadn’t known each other that long. When it was the right person, time didn’t seem to matter.
Just the way they felt about each other and treated each other did.
“So what do we do now?” Dotty asked. “I feel like I don’t know what to do with all of this.”
Addie glanced up at her. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever heard Dotty feel or sound so lost.
Before anyone could answer, there was a knock on the door.
“Did we order any more room service?” Ralen asked as he glanced around the table. The only one not eating was Monroe, but that was no different than any other time.
Everyone shook their heads and Ralen got up, moving to the door and looking through the peephole.
“Fuck, what the hell?” Ralen grumbled as he opened the door. To her surprise, Butch was standing on the other side.
“What are you doing here?” Ralen asked rather rudely.
Butch just glared at him. “Making sure you guys aren’t fucking everything up.”
He stormed into the room. “Shut the door, would you?”
“Sure, I’d love to be your butler,” Ralen said.
“If you were my butler, I would have fired you for being a pain in my ass.”
“Now that’s something I definitely don’t want to be,” Ralen said.
Huh? What was he talking about?
Butch moved his gaze around all of them. Was it her imagination or did his gaze linger on Dotty?
“What’s going on?” Cash asked.
Butch picked up a croissant before sitting down at the table next to Dotty, where Ralen had been seated a moment ago.
“Hey, man, that was my fucking chair,” Ralen said as he moved around to sit next to Monroe.
To Addie’s surprise, Ralen reached over for a croissant and put it on Monroe’s plate. Then he whispered something in her ear.
Monroe shook her head, giving him an irritated look. Ralen just gave her a stern look back.
Huh.
“Are you all okay?” Butch asked.
