“What were you looking for? You were staring at your laptop like you were trying to hypnotize it.”

He snorted. “I wish. I had to do it the old-fashioned way. I was looking for other databases on the casino’s server and found several, which is normal. One is for e-mail. There’s also an HR file with all the employee records, including salaries, overtime, payroll, et cetera, plus there’s an inventory database and one for their VIP clients. We’ll come back to that one later. All those databases are normal for a company doing business.”

“What’s not normal?”

“The super-secret database that only two people have access to—Scott King and Richard Fischer. Richard’s the owner of the riverboat.”

“Oh. Is it a security thing? King was the security manager, right?”

“Yes, he was the security manager, but I don’t know if this is for security. Maybe, but in my experience the general manager would also have access, as would the IT manager. They don’t. I’m doing the same kind of password search I did last night.”

Her lips twitched. “The Ritz Cracker.”

He grinned and her heart did a little stutter-hop in her chest. He was the handsomest man when he grinned like that. Well, he was handsome all the time, but he got that light in his eyes when he grinned. “Exactly,” he said.

She leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear. “I seem to recall passing the time quite pleasurably while Ritz did its cracking last night.”

He drew in a deep breath. “You’re evil.”

She kissed his ear. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” he growled and she very nearly went back on her resolution to wait until Michael was asleep.

“You’re right. I’m not sorry at all.” She nuzzled his neck. “For what it’s worth, you’re testing my resolve. A lot.”

He laughed and rolled off the bed, coming to his feet like a graceful dancer. “Good. Serves you right.”

“It really does. What are you going to do now?”

“What I’ve done for the past year to work off my sexual frustration. Knit.”

Her mouth fell open. “That’s why you knit?”

He nodded, amused. “Well, it’s a general stress reliever, but mostly sexual stress, yes. I’ve made you so many pairs of mittens this year.”

She clapped her hands, delighted. “I can’t wait to wear them.” She put her laptop down and caught him at the door, pulling his head down for another kiss. “Thank you for the shawl you made me last year. It’s beautiful.”

“I want you to wear it,” he murmured.

“I have. I wore it to Meredith’s Christmas party.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s not how I visualized you when I was making it.”

She slid her hands up his chest, letting herself enjoy the flex of his pecs under her palms. “No?”