And I’ve had ten years of men who never gave me that. Right now, I’m too tired and too happy and too naked to go hunting for the rest.
“Okay,” I say.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” I lie back down and pull his arm over me like a blanket. “Wake me up at three.”
I’m at work the next morning, happy and humming, dancing, bopping oven doors closed with my hips.
Priya’s stocking the walk-in. Cameron’s out on a run. Jolene is telling a man that no, we do not do gender reveals with colored filling anymore, ever, don’t ask again.
Then Jolene sticks her head through the doorway. “Delilah? Two guys out here want the owner.”
“Inspector?”
“Don’t think so. They’re in suits. Nice ones.”
I set down the bag and wipe my hands. I’m wary. Unexpected visits haven’t gone too well for me lately.
But why would I worry
