Kriss held up her huge Tinkerbell mug full of coffee. “I come bearing gifts and the promise of food.” He gave her a sexy grin. He’d bet money she hadn’t eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours and he was about to fix that oversight.
Tabatha tossed off the covers when the smell of coffee found its way past her defenses. “Are you cooking or did you go get drive thru again?”
“I cooked, thank you very much,” Kriss exclaimed, in mock hurt then stuck his tongue out at her.
“Put that thing away, I don’t know where it’s been.” She teased and took the mug from his hands. She’d known Kriss for almost five years and moved in with him two years ago after getting her Ranger certification. He’d been a dancer at one of the hottest male strip clubs in LA and they’d met when her friends Envy, and E
