I exhaled very slowly and then turned to the coffeemaker.
“Hey.”
I looked to Zach.
“I can do that.” Zach took the coffee filter out of my hand and set it in the maker. He grabbed the carafe and went to the sink.
“Thanks, but I’m okay.”
“I know you are. But you knew Joe, too. And all this family stuff. It’s hard, I know.”
I watched him in something of a daze as he set up the coffee to start. He had great, masculine hands, with long, elegant fingers and lots of dark hair on his wrists all the way up his arms
“Mick?”
“What?”
Zach stepped closer to me, and then, to my surprise, he put his arms around me and drew me against his chest, holding me tight. God, he gave the best hugs ever. Almost against my own will, I leaned my head on his shoulder, snuggling in close. He even smelled good, like cinnamon and cloves. I had no idea why; I just knew it.