The adorable scowl that appeared on her face almost made it impossible to be mad at her. She was so fucking cute when she was pissed, and right now, her target was Maverick.
Wisely, the man slid out of the booth and left me alone with my wife. “Well, that’s my cue.”
“Traitor,” she grumbled under her breath.
“But I thought we were getting breakfast,” Remi grumbled.
“They have shit to work out.”
“No, we don’t,” Blake cut in, shooting a scathing look at Maverick.
“Darlin’—”
“Don’t you daredarlin’me. If you want to live to see tomorrow, you’ll sit your ass down and eat breakfast like you said you would.”
Remi, ever the grinning asshole, slid into the rounded booth right the fuck beside my woman. I was gonna kill him.
“Down, tiger,” Maverick chuckled. “Murder is bad.”
“Most of the time,” I added.
“Most of the time,” he repeated, grabbing his menu.
Ignoring them, I gently grabbed Blake by the chin and forced her to look at me. “Anything you want to tell me, baby?”
“Why? So you can follow me everywhere and pretend I’m an invalid?”
“No,” I gritted my teeth, trying not to be pissed. “So I know if you’re alright.”
She softened just a little, but not enough to actually let me in right now. She had to keep up that rough exterior. It was just her way.
“I’m hungry, and I’m pregnant. I think that trumps everything else.”
Grabbing the menu, I handed it over without ever breaking eye contact. “Well, I guess we’d better get you some food.”
Remi flagged down Cora, signaling for coffee by raising his mug. “So, is this going to be a daily thing? Because I don’t mind having breakfast with a beautiful woman every day,” he grinned.
“Do you have a death wish?” Maverick hissed.
“Not particularly, but a woman never tires of hearing that she’s beautiful. Besides, I’m hoping she has some hot friends she wants to introduce me to.”
He winked at her. Fucking winked. My hand tensed around the mug until the handle broke off. Mav chuckled, shaking his head as Cora approached. Apparently, I was a jealous fucker. I just hadn’t realized it until Remi started in on her.
“So, what can I get you to eat, honey?”
“Ladies first,” Remi grinned.
“Do you want me to kick your ass?” I snapped.
“Men,” Blake muttered, placing her order.
I noticed her meal wasn’t nearly large enough and ordered extra, knowing she would get hungry and want more anyway. I also noted that Remi ordered V8 and an orange juice, while Maverick ordered hash browns for the table.
Like anyone shared hash browns.
Finally, Blake turned to me, giving me her full attention. “So, what are you doing now that you’re working for the department?”
“Oh, he’s gonna be on rounds with me,” Remi grinned. “Yep, I’m showing him the ropes, making sure he doesn’t shoot anyone…that kind of shit.”
