When your front door was pounded on at exactly 6:23 in the morning, you didn't expect to see Theodore Laurence. Maybe the dismal milkman, or the pessimistic mailman, but definitely not Theodore.

Especially not with two steaming cardboard city coffee cups - which were deceptively filled with hot chocolate.

"Thought you could use some of this and some company to get that hangover off your back," He offered wryly, holding out one of the cups kindly. His warm eyes swam with mirth and amusement.