“Hand me the salt.”
Law handed it to him without thinking about it. As if they’d done this a thousand times. If he had any say, they would.
Everything felt easy.
Too easy.
Like they fit.
He watched Sage lightly use the salt before plating the eggs and adding sausage heated in the microwave.
The microwave beeped once, sharp in the quiet.
“And voila,” Sage said with a smile, turning with two plates in his hands.
“I’ll get us fresh coffee,” Law said and turned to the counter to refill their mugs, making sure Sage’s was creamy and sweet.
The smell of coffee bloomed stronger as he poured, cutting through the grease.
Steam curled up between them for a second before fading.
He slid onto the stool next to Sage, and for several minutes they ate in silence.
The eggs were simple, salted just right, the sausage still hot.
“You cook?” Law asked.
“Only when I have to. You?”
“Mom made a point of teaching us all to cook. Nothing fancy.”
“I don’t need fancy.”
Law turned on his stool, his knee brushing the side of Sage’s thigh.
Sage slowly turned his head. Those full lips so close that Law didn’t resist temptation and leaned in to steal a slow kiss. No tongue, just a press and brush of their mouths. Sage’s pupils expanded. Law eased back. Sage licked his lips.
The contact lingered a second longer than it should have.
Law husked out a low groaning chuckle, and Sage laughed before pulling away to continue with breakfast.
Leaning against the counter, he kept the conversation light while Sage finished cooking the food. Plates were filled, coffee refreshed, and they sat at the island counter to eat.
Several minutes later, he pushed his plate away and swallowed the last of his coffee. Sage had opened his laptop halfway through the meal.
“Any leads on Rook yet?” Law murmured, watching Sage over his empty coffee cup.
“Not yet,” Sage mumbled, pulling up a few screens that showed the surveillance they had in the area. It had only taken him moments to access the cameras.
“We only have the photo to go on,” Law said.
Sage shook his head. “And her Facebook,” he said with a smug expression, turning the laptop so Law could see the data on Monica. “She’s his ex-girlfriend.”
“So, it’s a fifty-fifty chance he’ll come back.”
Sage snorted. “More like ten percent. But…if they have any ties left, this is the best place to catch him.”
“We’re going on a lot of assumptions.”
