CHAPTER 41
Frost settled back in the dining room chair, enjoying that extra cinnamon roll Steadman had predicted would come his way. Jess had smuggled it for him from the kitchen, and she sat across from him now, watching him eat with a cat-like expression, cool and mysterious. The fragrant, sugar-laced pastry melted in his mouth, causing him to drool a little. He used a napkin to cover the lower half of his face, but knew it wouldn’t hide the blush that crept up to his hairline.
“I love a man who appreciates the pleasures in life,” she said, raising one slim eyebrow.
Frost swallowed and wiped his lips, deciding to ignore her comment. He shifted focus and refrained from licking his fingers as he said, “Tell me about the attack. As many details as you can remember.”
Her face changed, a
