Chapter 14
I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Davinder brush his teeth. That was another new experience for me. I’d never seen him do any of these everyday things.
I’d found out he hated eggs, only drank his first coffee after he’d had a glass of orange juice, didn’t butter his toast and liked it black as tar. He ate standing up at the counter and definitely wasn’t a morning person. He read the obituaries and made funny but disturbing comments. Every little thing he said or did was a discovery. He thought it was cute that I ate oatmeal. He’d never known a grown man who liked it. His mood brightened after his second cup of coffee, and I was glad to see he didn’t smoke in the morning.
“What time is it?” he said, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was nervous now. “Nine.”
