And feelings I never thought I was capable of surfaced.

Raw feelings. Raw yet pure in the most devastatingly wonderful way.

The Wolfe of Manhattan wasn’t in love with me, and I could live with that. I’d been around the block enough to know I wasn’t in love with him either. I could easily mistake the pure emotion I felt for love, but I was skeptical. I’d been beaten down more than most, and I didn’t believe in love at first sight, or even love at first feeling.

Just didn’t happen.

Still, today had been the most amazing day of my life so far, and it had only just begun.

Reid cupped my cheek. “I can’t lie to you, Zee. It was pretty damned amazing for me too.”

A soft sigh escaped my throat. Reid was the Wolfe of Manhattan. He’d probably uttered those same words to dozens of women. Make that hundreds.

But I chose to believe them. This wouldn’t last forever, so I’d take what I was given.

This had been special for him. I’d take him at his word.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I can have the chef make you some breakfast.”

Chef. He had his own chef. Wow. “I could eat. What do you like for breakfast?”

“The breakfast will be for you,” he said. “I have a meeting to get to.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was apparent in my voice, but Reid didn’t seem to notice.

“So what will it be? Eggs and bacon? Pancakes?”

Pancakes sounded good. Sort of. I’d just burned a lot of energy, but my appetite had waned in the few seconds after Reid told me he wouldn’t be joining me.

“Zee?”

I bit my lower lip. “Coffee. Black. And a few pancakes would be nice. Thank you.”

“I’ll get it ordered.” He grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his short hair. When he hung the towel back up, his hair was spiky and nearly dry.

“So”—I cleared my throat—“when will I meet with your detective?”

“He’s not my detective,” Reid scoffed.

“I didn’t mean—”

“I’m sorry,” he said kindly. “I didn’t mean to get short with you. It’s just that this guy has been the bane of my existence since the murder. He’s gunning to get one of us to go down for it.”

“You don’t think…”

“Think what?”

“That he’ll try to pin it on me?” My voice came out like a squeak.