TransparenceChapter 3
Curtis comes meandering out from his bedroom to find the air filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. His eyes open wide when he sees Yulia fully dressed, leaning against the island in the kitchen with a cup in her hand, and reaching for a second. “You Americans take so wake up. It is no wonder you cannot solve any crime.” “This is early,” he fires back, reaching for the cup. “Besides, some of us didn’t get sleep with all that moaning you did.” Yulia blushes slightly, fighting the...