A small smile quirks at Erik’s lips and he holds my gaze for a few beats. “Call or text with the latest update.”
“I will.”
I end the call.
I turn my attention to Harley. “Hungry?”
“I’m famished.”
“What would you like?”
She shrugs. “I’m easy. The only thing I can’t go without is coffee.”
I lift my cup. “The beverage of choice to ensure I’m human in the morning. Without it, I’m sure I’d turn into a fictional monster, and New Yorkers would run for their lives.”
“You deliver the funniest lines with the most stoic expression, which makes them even funnier.” She places her fingers over her mouth as if suppressing a laugh.
No one in their right mind would call me funny, but I feel ten feet tall that my permanent state of sarcasm brings a smile to her lips.
“How you take your drugs in the morning?”
She frowns.
“Dripped coffee or an espresso?”
She laughs.
I wink.
“Vanilla lattes at the restaurant were my big splurge, but I’m good with light and sweet. Lava hot, please.”
“I hear you.” I lift my cup again. “It’s gotta be burning my tongue.”
“Or else it’s just not as enjoyable,” she says.
“My fridge is always stocked with batches of protein overnight oats I prepare. How does that sound?”
“I’m sold. When I could afford to buy overnight oat jars or smoothie bowls, they were my favorites.”
“Now that I know you like them so much, I’ll make sure they’re always some in the fridge.”
“This is five-star accommodation.”
“I only roll one way.”
She grins. “Lucky me.”
No, lucky me, but we can talk about that a little later. “Any allergies?”
She shakes her head. “None.”
“Take a seat.” I point to a stool.
She obeys.
I get up and head to the fridge.
I already had a blueberry muffin, but I was waiting for her to have my second breakfast.
