Page 64 of Good Enough

“It’s a phone call. He’s not going to be here,” she grumbled as she tore into a piece of bacon.

Stealing the remaining half of a piece of bacon from her fingertips, he reminded her, “Rule four,” then put the strip in his mouth.

He’s even sexy when he’s eating. What the hell?

“Stop chewing,” she grouched and forked more eggs into her mouth.

He grinned. “Too sexy for you. I know.”

Then, the jackwagon stole her toast. Unreal.

She sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You’re killing me, Waters.” Her fingers went to rub at her temples.

“Headache?” His voice went serious, suddenly filled with concern.

She gave a short laugh. “Yep.”

“Do you have anything for it?” he asked.

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and laid her head against the chair back.

“Hand.”

Kai extended her hand to him, and he immediately pinched and held the pressure point in the webbing between her thumb and index finger.

“Better?” he checked with her.

She nodded. “Where did you learn that?”

“Out in the field, I learned how to cure some simple stuff with reflexology. Some things work better than others.”

She smiled. “So many talents,” she teased.

He winked at her again, then pulled himself off the edge of the desk, leaning his lips into her ear. “I’ve heard I have magic hands.”

She smacked his arm. “Humble much?”

“Not something I’m known for, no.” He grabbed her empty plate and put it off to the side. “Call your boss.” Before she could say a word, he reached back and removed his T-shirt from over his head. Pushing aside her laptop, he pulled her up out of the chair, then picked her up and sat her on the open space in the center of the desk. He lowered himself into the desk chair, pushed her legs as far apart as he could get them, and rolled all the way into the desk.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.

Grabbing her legs, he placed a bare foot on either arm of the desk chair and started kneading her calf muscles. “I’m taking care of your headache.”

“You’re what?”

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Her foot shot out, almost kicking him in the shoulder, which made him laugh. “Glad I had my hand around your leg.” His eyes looked up at hers, their green flames blazing. “Call him, Kubrick.”

Mesmerized, she picked up her phone and dialed blindly. “No funny business.”

“Scout’s honor.”

As she listened to the phone ring in the background, she looked at him through squinted eyes. “I don’t trust you.”

He laughed as he pressed a kiss to the other knee, both hands wrapped around her respective ankles. “Those are good instincts. I was never a scout. And there’s nothing I’m about to do to you that’s funny. But I am getting down to business, so move it along, or you will have serious issues.”

Before she could even think of hanging up the phone or chastising him, Big Bird picked up his phone.

“Serrano! About fucking time. I tried to call you, and you didn’t answer.”

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