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for a few minutes.”
    “You never have to “wind down” after a run.”
    He was grasping for an answer when Gemariah started walking toward the kitchen table, a paper under his arm, a coffee cup in one hand and…
    Scowling, Malachi snapped. “Is that the last of my pull-apart?” At Gemariah’s smirk, he knew the answer. “Dammit, I was going to eat that!”
    Doing a quick check through the cabinets, he realized two things. One, he really needed to go grocery shopping, and two, unless he wanted a tuna sandwich for breakfast, he had nothing to eat this morning.
    That’s not happening…
    “What’s not happening?” Gemariah popped his head up from the paper.
    “Grrr! That thought was just for me, not you!” Frustrated, Malachi shut the cabinet a little more forcefully than normal and decided to settle for a cup of coffee.
    He took a mug out of the cupboard then picked up the pot. The weight of it startled him, or better yet, the lack of. Looking down, he realized with more than enough frustration, there was no coffee. He shoved the pot back into the coffee maker a little too rough and the pot shattered all over the place. He took a deep breath before turning on Gemariah. “I thought I told you to make more if you took the last of the coffee!”
    Without looking up from the paper, he answered, not concerned at all with the show of destruction. “Oh yeah, you were out of coffee grounds, so I didn’t.” He finally looked up. “Looks like you wouldn’t be making any if you did have some, now would you?”
    All Malachi could do was rub his forehead and slightly pace the house. He knew he was being irrational and needed to control it.
    Finally he realized there was only one thing to do. “Get your keys, we’re leaving!”
    “Really, and where, may I ask, are we going?”
    Malachi didn’t even look at his friend as he walked to his bedroom. “I’m going to change clothes while you clean up the glass in the kitchen. Then you’re going to buy me breakfast…and more damn coffee.”
     
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    “I don’t know why we need to come here. You got your precious breakfast…with a coffee I might add.” Gemariah grumbled as they stood amongst the crowd of customers. “Who in hell names a place “Java Lava” anyway?”
    Malachi didn’t even look in his friend’s direction. “Because, I need to get more coffee. Someone likes to come over and drink all of mine.”
    “You really should have someone look into that problem.” Gemariah answered distractedly. He had been looking around nonchalantly, but Malachi noticed Gemariah’s gaze had zeroed in on something. When he gave his million dollar smile, Malachi knew it was someone and not something. The suspicion was confirmed when the wink shortly followed. Turning his head to follow his friend’s gaze, Malachi saw the object of his interest; a tall, thin, ebony haired super model. Same old, same old. Gemariah’s taste in women never wavered. The only thing that ever changed was the hair color. This woman would grab Gemariah’s interest for the time being, but not for long. He was a good friend and all, but when it came to women, Gemariah just wanted to have fun.
    Malachi rolled his eyes. “Can’t you give it a rest for one day? Wasn’t it just two days ago, you hooked up with that redhead at the library? He looked up at Gemariah with a confused look. “What were you doing at a library anyway? Did you get lost?”
    That brought on a smile from his friend before he said, “No, a little birdie told me that there was something worth checking out there.” Laughing at his own joke, he added, “Plus, that was two days ago. Live in the now, Malachi.”
    Malachi shut his eyes and shook his head in exasperation. He probably would have to admit soon that there was no help for the rake. If he hadn’t changed in the last three centuries, he probably wasn’t going to now.
    “What is taking so long, shouldn’t the line be moving?” Gemariah eyed the counter