Justiss bent down, moved her hair away from the back of her neck, and pressed a kiss to her nape. “Sweetheart, it’s time to eat.”
“Sleepy,” she grumbled after a few moments silence. “Eat later.”
“Aaron’s gone to a lot of trouble,” he chided, knowing that would have her opening her eyes. Begrudgingly.
He wasn’t wrong. She half-opened one, squinted at them, then whispered, “Is that more grilled cheese?”
He bit back a laugh, but Graver murmured, “Yep. We’re having some too.”
“I should hope so. Jesus, I can’t eat six slices to myself. Well, I could try,” she countered. “But I´d probably feel like hell afterward.” She sounded more awake, but that was something they’d noticed. Justiss guessed it was to do with her residency days, sleeping whenever and wherever she could, only to be awake an
