Tessa extracted herself from Raymond's loose grip and pushed back the covers, locating the robe that had been draped over the armchair at some point the night before and wrapping it around herself as he crossed the suite to get the door."Good morning," the young man said professionally. "Your breakfast order, sir."When the door clicked shut again, she was facing Raymond with her arms folded inside the robe. "You ordered breakfast?""I ordered breakfast," he agreed."And before you say anything, I remembered how you like your coffee."She opened her mouth and closed it back."Two sugars," he said, watching her. "No milk. A crime, but it's yours."She stared at him for a moment longer than she intended to, then moved toward the cart because it was easier than standing there feeling things about the fact that Raymond Anderson had, apparently, held her coffee order in his memory for however many years of distance had passed between them.They ate in silence.It was Tessa who broke the qu
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