Page 21 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

“’Mornin’,” he said softly when she finally looked to him.

Her beautiful face warmed, she leaned into him and touched his mouth with hers, pulling away, and after that sweet touch said it all, unnecessarily adding, “Good morning, Whisky.”

He gestured to the tray. “None for you?”

“We’re sharing. The toast is a double stack.”

He looked closer and saw she was right. There were also two forks.

He grabbed one and handed it to her, then went after the other.

But he started with a sip from his coffee.

She dug in. He went in after her.

After he swallowed his first bite and savored it, he turned back to his woman. “New tray?”

“Tod and Stevie and I went shopping yesterday.”

This was not a rare occurrence. His woman could shop.

However, it was in overdrive since Christmas was nearly on them.

“Did you buy two?” he asked.

She forked into the French toast then gave him her gaze before she shoved the bite into her mouth. “We only need one.”

She was right about that.

It was then Hank leaned in and kissed her. It was closed-mouthed, but she still tasted of Roxie and syrup. The first part did it for him. All he needed. So the combination packed a phenomenal punch.

He put down his fork and picked up a rasher of bacon, saying, “I could get used to this,” before he munched.

That was no lie, and he wasn’t just talking about sharing breakfast in bed.

He was feeling great. He had his woman at his side, eating a fantastic breakfast, the entire day off, no plans, the house was decorated for Christmas, he was in the spirit, Roxie was in the spirit, Shamus was in the spirit, and no one had been kidnapped or shot for weeks.

So he wasn’t feeling great about how Roxie suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Sunshine?” he called.

She looked right at him and said fast, “I tried, but I couldn’t stop it.”

Oh fuck.

His entire frame tensed.

“What?” he growled.

“It was already done by the time they called. Apparently, they’ve been planning this for weeks.”

“What, Roxanne?” he pressed, his voice still low.

Her eyes got big before she announced, “Mom and Dad are coming for Christmas.”

He did a slow blink.

“That’s it?” he asked.

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