“I see…” he trailed off.
“I’m still thinking about it.”
And suddenly, he was looking like he would not give her the coffee. “You were supposed to have an answer before I gave you coffee.”
Irene wondered if a knee to the groin would take him down.
“I’m off Friday. So, that’s good for me. We can go out early or late. I don’t care. I really can’t think straight without my coffee, Dr. Warren.”
He grinned and finally pushed off the machine. “That’ll do for now.”
“Thank you.” She moved to stand in front it. But after a moment of looking it over, she was more lost than before. The number of buttons on it was insane, unlike other coffee makers she had tackled. And he was correct—there were multiple drawers with different flavored packets inside.
She began going through her options. “How do
