Despite what she told her, Sydney didn’t know everything.
After making the pancake batter, she gently folded in the blueberries. He leaned over to see what she was doing. “That looks good.”
He was so close, so tempting. She peered over her shoulder at him. The desire to run her fingers over his dark beard, to kiss him, barreled into her so hard, a moan shot out of her.
He flashed her a smile before stepping away.
Reality crashed in on her fantasy and she steeled her spine. Was he playing her? He’d never once acted like this when she was his handler, never during one of their rare in-person meetings at Langley. Why was he messing with her now? Especially now, with so much at stake.
Forcing out the desire, she collected the cinnamon off the spice rack. “Do you like this?”
“Sure.”
“I add a little,” she whispered. “It’s my secret ingredient.”
He shot her a smile, and heat infused her chest. “It’ll be our secret.”
“That and a million others.” While the pancakes cooked, she turned her attention to the eggs.
“How do you like them?” she asked him.
“However you make ‘em,” he replied.
“I’ll fry them on the griddle.”
After she stacked the pancakes on a platter, he covered them with foil, while she cracked eggs over the hot iron.
“There’s a lot about you I don’t know,” she said.
Again, he stepped close, tugged a chunk of her long hair. “Ask me anything.”
“Are you messing with me?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then, what’s with the vibes you’re putting out?”
He stared at her for a long second. “I want to kiss you again.”
“Why don’t you?”
“If I start, I won’t stop.”
“Ever?”
“No, never,” he replied.
Sydney returned, and moved them out of the way. “How twoallegedlycompetent people can burn fried eggs is so beyond me.” She flipped the eggs, pulled the shriveled turkey sausages from the frypan. “Mygod, breakfast is turning into a kitchen nightmare.”
“We’re fine,” Caroline said. “Grey was just telling me about his… um… about his?—”
“His what? His dog? His pet rabbit? His hair stylist so you can get haircuts together?” Sydney chuffed out a laugh.
Caroline pulled out three plates, set them on the counter. With their food plated, they sat at the table. Sydney plopped down at the head, putting Caroline directly across from Grey. As he sipped the coffee, his piercing gaze found hers. No way would she be able to eat if she couldn’t pull herself together.
“I’ll be right back,” Caroline said. “Please start.”
She entered the bathroom, shut the door, and stared at herself in the mirror.
