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“Wasn't planning to.”

“Call me the second anything changes.”

“I know how this works, Roman,” he says dryly before hanging up.

Callie claps her hands together. “After breakfast, we can get coffee from Bramble.”

I open my mouth, then close it. I really don’t have an argument against it now that we know where Mercer is.

She grins.

My eyes narrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That's not a nothing smile.”

“I'm just enjoying this.”

“Enjoying what?”

“You realizing you can't tell me no just because you don't like something.”

I stare at her. “I can still tell you no.”

“Of course you can.”

“And you can still ignore me.”

Her smile widens. “Look at you. Learning.”

“Fuck off.”

She laughs and turns back to the stove.

I look at the phone still in my hand. Between Bishop and Callie, I'm going to develop a fucking aneurysm.

“Are you going to finish the pancakes?”

“I thought you wanted coffee.”

“I want both.”

Of course she fucking does.

I slide my phone back into my pocket and return to the bowl. “How many?”

“Pancakes?”

“No, Chaos. Bodies. Yes, pancakes.”

She taps the spatula against her chin like this requires serious consideration. “Three.”

I pour batter into the pan.

“Four.”

I look at her.