"Moody little bitch, isn't she."
Jake couldn't afford to give her more than a sidelong glance, so he shot one her way. He almost added a shrug, but he couldn't lie to her.
She pulled a chair up close to him at that little kitchen table, and set a cup down in front of him, filled with the hot chocolate she'd been stirring since he walked into the room.
"I can't quite get it right, can I?"
"She's not the worst you've done, but yeah, you do a hell of a job picking them. When are you going to give yourself a break?"
Her hand brushed a loose shock of hair out of his eye and smoothed it back into the mass of his hair.
Jake's brother walked in, then, as he always fortunately did.
"She likes the Bears, so I guess she can't be all bad. How long is she staying?"