Page 97 of Ruthless Cross

"We're being honest with each other, remember?"

"Fine. I was thinking about you."

"That's good, because I was dreaming about you," she said. "You were doing things to me that were really amazing."

He laughed. "No need to dream, babe. I'm right here. And I am ready to fulfill every fantasy."

"That might take a long time."

"Who cares?"

She smiled. "I wish I could say not me. I wish we could stay right here and not have to deal with anything else today."

"We have a little time before we have to get up."

"But then we have to get up," she said with a sigh. "And deal with my mom, Arthur's estate, the search for his killer, keeping ourselves alive. At some point, I need to go back to work, too."

"You're making me tired, Callie. Let's go back to your fantasies." As he finished speaking, his stomach gave a noisy rumble.

She laughed. "I think you need food, not fantasy."

"Maybe I could have both. You and a little maple syrup…"

Her cheeks flushed. "That sounds…sticky."

He grinned. "It could be worth it."

"Why don't I make you breakfast instead? It's my turn."

"I don't want you to have to cook."

"Have to cook? I love to cook." She slipped out of his arms, and he felt an instant chill. "Hey, you don't have to get up right now."

She rolled out of bed, taking the top sheet with her, as she draped it around her beautiful naked body. "I'm hungry, too."

"You don't need to cover up," he told her. "I've already seen everything."

"I know, but it's cold."

"My robe is hanging on the back of the bathroom door."

She moved into the bathroom, returning a moment later wearing his gray fleece robe that hung down to her ankles.

"Do you want some help with breakfast?" he asked, loving the look of her well-kissed lips, her sparkling brown eyes and her tangled, silky brown hair. "Or a better idea—come back to bed."

"It's so tempting, Flynn, but I'm going to make you a meal. You rest. You've earned it."

He laughed. "I wouldn't mind earning it again."

"We'll see," she said with a saucy smile as she left the bedroom.

Despite the fact that she'd told him to rest, he knew he wasn't going back to sleep. Instead, he headed into the bathroom to shower and shave. Afterward, he threw on black jeans and a blue knit shirt and moved into the kitchen.

Callie was at the stove, and he immediately crossed the room to kiss her as well as to sneak a peek at what she was cooking.

"What have we got here?" he asked.

"Scrambled egg burritos. I found eggs, tortillas, cheese, salsa, and avocado in your fridge. I assume you like Mexican food."

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