Angus reached in for a cinnamon roll, humming happily. Actually humming. “Nari burned the eggs,” he mumbled around a huge bite.

Pippa’s blue eyes widened. “You can’t cook? You can do everything.”

Nari shoved Angus aside to reach for a cinnamon roll. “Obviously not.” It smelled so good, she wanted to go outside and just push the entire thing into her mouth.

Malcolm stomped inside carrying a folding table and a couple of chairs. “Thanks for the help, you guys.”

“Oops.” Wolfe looked around and then walked over and shoved the sofa to the far wall. “There. I helped.” He nodded at the one cushioned chair left. “That’s Dana’s. In fact, you should sit down, Dana.”

The blonde was studying the murder board. “I’m fine,” she said absently.

“That’s Dana’s chair,” Wolfe reminded everyone. “She gets the comfortable one. We have folding chairs for everyone else. She’s pregnant, you know.”

Dana sighed heavily.

Nari smiled around a full mouth of cinnamon roll. “Pregnant women work in fields all around the world before giving birth, Wolfe.”

“Not my woman,” the soldier returned easily, stalking out the front door, probably to fetch the rest of the chairs.

Dana turned around and smiled. “Please ignore Neanderthal man. A blow to the head—several, really—might’ve returned him to the Dark Ages. We’re working on it.”

Roscoe barked once.

“Oh, you sweetie. I didn’t forget you.” Pippa dug into one bag and brought out a bag of homemade doggy treats. “I cooked the ones you like best.” She took out two and held them for Roscoe, who happily bounded forward.

Wolfe returned, along with Jethro, each hefting a bunch of chairs. “I found a Brit outside,” Wolfe said.

Jethro sniffed the air. “Did somebody burn cinnamon rolls?” His accent seemed thicker this morning.

“No. They’re good.” Nari licked frosting from her finger. “Phenomenal, actually.” Who needed to know how to cook with Pippa around? The woman was a miracle. “If you weren’t engaged to Malcolm, I think I’d propose,” she mumbled.

Pippa laughed and put the casseroles in the avocado-colored fridge. “Where’s the rest of the team?”

Wolfe snagged a cinnamon roll. “Raider and Brigid had to report to work at DHS and HDD today but will join us tomorrow. We haven’t been able to find Millie Frost, but she was going on a walkabout, or so she told Dana. I didn’t call Serena in because she has classes today and I wasn’t sure if she was part of the team or not.”

The brilliant woman taught game theory at the university and had helped the team with code breaking for a case earlier that summer.

“Let’s hold off on Serena,” Angus said, taking another roll. “No need to put her in danger right now.”