She set the pan in the sink, staring at him. With his thick, black hair wet from the shower and new scruff covering his stubborn jawline, he looked like sex on a sinful stick. “You sound surprised.” Should she be insulted? Nah. She just didn’t have the energy.

“I am,” he admitted, his dark eyebrows rising. “You’re so good at everything.”

She warmed from her pinkie toe to her hairline. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I believe I told you your thigh tasted like heaven the other night.”

More heat slid into her face and her abdomen did that jumpy thing it only did for him. It hadn’t been her thigh he’d been talking about. Him in a flirty, playful mood was too much to deal with. Just his scent was speeding up her heart rate. Male and spicy and yeah, sexy. “Regardless, we’re going to starve to death if we don’t get some takeout.”

Several cars rumbled up the road.

“Oh, thank God,” Angus mumbled, waving the smoke out the window with a ripped kitchen towel. “Hopefully they brought food.”

Nari perked up. “Is Pippa coming?”

“Yeah,” Angus said, tossing the towel onto the counter and turning toward the door.

“Do you think she baked something?” Nari whispered, hope filling her. She was starving.

Angus licked his lips. “She bakes and cooks for fun.” He shrugged. “I don’t get it.”

Neither did Nari, but she sure enjoyed it.

Wolfe was the first through the door, with Dana right behind him. The massive soldier balanced three trays of whipped-cream-topped lattes. “I got extra sprinkles for everyone because it’s gonna be a long day.” He reached the kitchen and set them down on the counter. “What’s burning?” His brown eyes scouted the entire area.

“Nari can’t cook,” Angus said, reaching for a latte and eyeing the mountain of whipped cream.

“Really?” Wolfe’s eyebrows rose. “There’s something you can’t do?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

Nari shook her head. “Knock it off, you guys.” She also reached for a latte, though not sure her system could take that much of a sugar jolt. But hurting Wolfe’s feelings was off the table, so she’d just sip it slowly. The guy showed love by giving sugar, and so far nobody had been able to ask him to spare the toppings.

Pippa came in next with several heavy-looking bags in her hands. “Was there a fire?” The tall brunette wore spectacular, cream-colored boots over her light jeans.

“What did you bring?” Angus hustled over to help her with the bags.

“Cinnamon rolls, a breakfast quiche that just needs a quick heating in the microwave, a couple of casseroles, and cookies.” Pippa angled her head toward the sink. “What’s that?”