At breakfast, Andy yawned, a wide-mouthed gape that showed his recently scaled and polished teeth off to perfection. He drooped in his seat and tried to resist the temptation to place both elbows on the table to support his head.
βMore coffee?β Adam made to reach over for the pot.
βNo β you're fine.β Andy used one index finger to rub his eyes. βHaving spent most of the weekend finessing that garden plan for Emily Standish, my brain wouldn't let it go.β
βOh, I hate that.β Opposite,