I sipped my coffee and ran my fingers through the hair at Boxer’s nape.
“Well, I better go. Sorry again about barging in here, Linden.”
“You didn’t offer me an apology,” Boxer said.
“I promise not to abuse my key privileges,” Mia drawled. “Okay?”
“Okay,” he said. “The kid already knows about the birds and the bees. You know that, right?”
She sighed, her hand covering her swollen belly. “Inevitable, I guess. Bikers for uncles. I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for this at all.”
“That’s life,” Boxer said with a wry grin.
“Helpful. Thanks.” She rolled her eyes. “See you guys tonight.” The front door shut, and we were alone.
“Tonight,” I repeated. “Ah, Joni and Zip’s party. That’s still happening?”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Because you were shot?”
“And the world still turns, Doc.”
I couldn’t really argue with that.
“She brings you food even when she’s mad at you,” I said, changing the subject and getting up off his lap and going to the refrigerator. I opened the door and pulled out the carton of eggs.
“Does that bother you?” he inquired casually.
Far too casually.
“Was there anything between you guys?” I asked, not looking at him. “Mixing bowl?”
“Bottom cabinet in the corner,” he said. “And no. There was never anything between me and Mia. It’s not like that with us.”
“She loves you,” I said. I found the medium-sized bowl and set it on the counter.
“I love her. She’s family.”
I nodded and cracked an egg.
“You can say it you know,” he said.
“Say what?”
“Thatyoulove me.”
Shell fell into the bowl. With a curse, I picked it out and tossed it into the sink.
He chuckled, and then I felt him come up behind me. Boxer wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chin to my shoulder. “I should’ve warned you.”
“About?”
“My lethal charm.”
“It might’ve been helpful,” I said dryly, turning to face him. “The nurses going gaga over you should’ve been warning enough.”
He covered my lips with his and then his tongue was in my mouth, and I didn’t care about eggs or breakfast.