I wasn’t surprised that Blaze grabbed his cookie first. He sank his teeth into it, and his eyes widened. “That’s fucking fantastic! I think the walking tour was worth it.”
Garrison picked up his and sniffed it before looking at it skeptically. “It smells like a goddamned waste of time to me.”
“If you don’t want it, I’m happy to have two,” I said, holding out my hand, but he jerked it back and took a bite, if only just to spite me.
When I held out the box toward Talon, he hesitated, looking almost startled by the tiny gesture of kindness. He picked one up gingerly and looked from me to the cookie and back. Not the same as Garrison’s skepticism, but a wariness nonetheless. Something about it made my gut twist despite my good mood.
Julius accepted his without any sign of how he felt about it, which I guessed was better than a refusal. I picked up the last cookie and pushed the edge into my mouth.
The buttery, chewy dough flooded my mouth alongside a punch of chocolate. A satisfied hum escaped me, maybe close to a moan. When I opened my eyes, Talon was still studying me, though the flash of heat I caught in his gaze stirred my emotions for a totally different reason.
“It’s just a cookie,” Garrison muttered, but I noticed he’d already polished his off and was trying to surreptitiously lick the crumbs off his fingers. Ha.
I didn’t have many tools to work with here, but I’d milk what I had for as much as I could. Who knew? Maybe a little literal sweetness would soften these jaded cops enough to give me the opening I needed.