"You eat toast like it personally offended you."
Nirvana didn’t look up from her plate. "That’s rich coming from someone who cuts steak with the same aggression as a mob enforcer."
RAyNe grinned as he sipped his coffee. "You calling me a brute, wild sin?"
"I’m calling you a psycho with expensive manners."
"You love it."
"I tolerate it."
"That’s not what you said last night."
She kicked his leg under the table.
He laughed.
Lucian walked in, placing a few files on the table. "Morning."
"He’s already working?" Nirvana rolled her eyes. "Do you guys have off days, or is it world domination all day, every day?"
RAyNe didn’t miss a beat. "What’s sleep when you own the night?"
"Ugh. You’re impossible."
"But cute."
She narrowed her eyes. "Questionable."
"Undeniable."
"Delusional."
