Miles looks over at her. “You think it’s sweet?”

“Yes.”

“If I ever told you that you need to eat, you’d lose your shit.”

“Probably, but I still think it’s sweet that Clay is trying to take care of his girl.”

“Whatever,” Miles mutters.

I look between the two of them. Honestly, they look like they would be perfect together, like they would just make sense, which makes me curious about why they are no longer together.

“Here.” Clay holds out a piece of toast to me. “Don’t argue just eat it while I go get dressed.” He drops a kiss to my mouth then takes off.

I watch him walk to the bedroom, then with a sigh, I take a bite of the toast in my hand because he’s probably right. I should eat something even if I don’t really want to.

“So El, how long are you in town for?” Dayton asks.

“I head back to Colorado tomorrow,” she says, resting her hand on the back of Winter’s head and that’s when I catch the glitter of a diamond on her ring finger.

“Darn I was hoping I’d have a drinking partner this weekend.”

“Sorry, I wish I could stay, but I have an open case on my desk that’s sucking up all my time.”

“Where do you work?” I ask her and she looks at me then over at Miles, which is a strange thing to do for such a simple question.

“She works for the FBI,” Miles says.

I blink. “Really?” I look at her. I don’t know why that news shocks me, but it does. Maybe because in my head FBI agents are bald guys in dark suits like I see around the president.

“I do.” She smiles.

“Wow, that’s awesome.”

“I think so too,” she agrees.

Miles grunts.

“Ready?” Clay asks, coming out of the room dressed in a pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with a baseball cap on his head. After seeing him dressed to ride his motorcycle, shirtless in just sweats, in a suit at my bank and now this, I don’t know my favorite look on him. Who am I kidding, the guy could wear a paper sack and I’d think he was attractive, but him shirtless and sleepy is by far my favorite.

“Babe,” he mutters.

I snap out of my thoughts and chug the rest of my coffee as everyone laughs.

“Sorry.” I grab my purse from where it’s resting on the counter before I look at Hazel. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too, and I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah.” I smile then look at Miles. “I’ll see you this evening.”

“You will.”

“Bye, sweetheart,” Dayton says.

I give him a wave then get Winter’s attention. “I’ll see you later.”

“Can we have our ice cream party tonight?” She holds her hands up and looks between Clay and me.

“Not tonight kid, but tomorrow I’ll pick you up from school and we’ll go to the store and pick everything up,” Clay tells her.