By the time Genevieve stepped out Rhett was not in the room which she was grateful for. She changed into one of his big shirts before walking downstairs.
Rhett was sitting on the couch with just sweatpants on and a cup of coffee or tea in his hand. He was going through some papers in his hand and that surprised Genevieve, she didn't pegged Rhett to be a newspaper reader.
"Good morning little bird." He greeted her once he saw her.
Genevieve looked at him and grumbled under her breath, "Morning." She still hated that name. She was no little bird, she was not a bird!
"Do you want some?" He asked, raising the cup in his hand.
She shook her head.
"Nope, I don't need that." Her nose scrunched up in disgust. The smell was making her nauseous a bit, and she was sure in no time she would be up running to the bathroom to throw up after successfully avoiding it this morning.
"Are you sure? This is delicious." He insisted.
