She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
She sipped her coffee and eyed him suspiciously.
He studied his cup of coffee, swishing the liquid around in it absently.
Someone had a fire going and a pot of coffee on.
She started the coffee and picked up an empty pop bottle from the counter to discard in the trash.
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
He dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink and left the room.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
Bordeaux took a sip of coffee, considering the possibilities.
She poured him a cup of coffee and he glanced up at her.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a few minutes and then Señor Medena spoke.
Señor Medena leaned forward, cradling the cup of coffee in both hands.
Candy spilled across the coffee table and a glass bowl was shoved in front of her mouth.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
The smell of coffee brought Yancey back into the room a little later.
"Sit down and I'll pour some coffee," she said over her shoulder.
Chris grinned and clutched her coffee cup.
He nodded and she waited, but he never took his eyes off the coffee cup, and remained silent.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
She accepted the coffee and scowled into the tin cup.
The big German accepted a cup of coffee from Davis and squatted beside Royce at the fire.
He focused his attention on the coffee in his cup, swirling it while he avoided her probing gaze.
Davis gulped the last of his coffee and turned the cup up side down on a rock so it would drain.
Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke.
Pete sprayed a mouthful of coffee with his snicker.
Noticing Bordeaux was the only one who didn't have coffee, she poured another cup and handed it to him.
She glanced quickly at Bordeaux, who was giving his coffee undue attention.
Davis ate and then nursed a cup of coffee in silence.
He leaned over to get more coffee and Cassie pored him another cup.
He mulled it over in silence, sipping on his coffee while they all waited for his decision.
She poured a cup of coffee and delivered it to him - along with a cheerful smile.
Working as fast as she could, she started a pot of coffee and sliced some ham.
He stomped his boots and shook white flakes from his hat and coat before entering the house Cynthia poured them both a cup of coffee as he washed at the sink.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
At dawn I was awakened by the smell of coffee, the rattling of guns, and the heavy footsteps of the men as they strode about, promising themselves the greatest luck of the season.
One large bundle held their all--bed, coffee-mill, looking-glass, hens--all but the cat; she took to the woods and became a wild cat, and, as I learned afterward, trod in a trap set for woodchucks, and so became a dead cat at last.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
Next morning when the valet came into the room with his coffee, Pierre was lying asleep on the ottoman with an open book in his hand.
She waited till the valet had set down the coffee things and left the room.
It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.
After dinner, when the footman handed coffee and from habit began with the princess, the prince suddenly grew furious, threw his stick at Philip, and instantly gave instructions to have him conscripted for the army.
Napoleon sat down, toying with his Sevres coffee cup, and motioned Balashev to a chair beside him.
She waited while he poured a cup of coffee.
She wiped the pot with a dishtowel and carefully placed it on the coffee maker.
His gazed followed the coffee cup absently as he placed it on the table.
Alex paused at the door to their bedroom, a tray of coffee in his hands.
He set the tray down on the table and handed a steaming cup of coffee to Señor Medena.
A newspaper with Allen's picture on it lay opened on the coffee table.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
He shrugged, returning his attention to the coffee in his cup.
Giddon was leaning against the kitchen sink, frowning into a cup of coffee when she entered.
Certainly placing the family picture face down on the coffee table had done nothing to ease her pain.
Fritz tossed the rest of his coffee at the fire and stood.
Pete drank the rest of his coffee and handed the cup to Cassie.
He gulped the last of his coffee and stood.
Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She sipped her coffee reflectively and finally found the courage ask him a question that had been nagging her since his offer.
He stared down at his cup and swirled the coffee around absently.
They were all giggling over coffee when Brandon walked in.