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“You minx!” he cried. “You know you owe me extra cookies for that?”

“How many extra?” I laughed as he put me down.

“Lots,” he said, his face playfully serious.

“And what exactly constituteslots?”

Blaze leaned forward and plucked a cookie from the plate, taking a large bite.

His eyes closed, and a pornographic moan left his chest. “Okay, this is perfect. Lots means a batch every day. Come rain or shine, I need a batch of cookies every single day.”

“He doesn't mean it,” Rune said, glaring at his pack mate. “He wants it, he doesn't need it.”

“I'll do anything you want for cookies, sunshine.”

Behind Blaze, Rune cocked his head to the side. “You could always make him run drills, that’ll make Walker happy.”

Blaze’s eyes widened. “Surely you wouldn’t?”

I shrugged, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite.

Blaze broke into laughter. “Oh, I am going tolovehaving you here, sunshine.”

Chapter 11

Walker

The knock on my office door made me lift my eyes from the paperwork in front of me. I had been attempting to allocate our budget for the next three months, and it was a complete headache.

Standing in the doorway, holding a plate, was Sunny. Her sweet lemon scent wafted into the room, quickly followed by the smell of something delicious and freshly baked. She had only been in our space for three full days, but I was quickly getting used to having her around.

Wearing one of our T-shirts and a pair of leggings she had picked up on her shopping trip with Rune, she looked much too good. Maybe I was a possessive bastard, but I loved the fact she was wearing our clothes.

“Hey!” I greeted warmly. “Is everything okay? Do you want me to clear out?” I didn’t want to disturb her. For all intents and purposes, this was her space now. I just used my office when she was out and about in other areas of the firehouse.

“No, not at all!” she said, shaking her head. “This is your office. I just wanted to bring you some of these.” She lifted the plate. “They may not be as good as the cookies you have stashed away, but I couldn't tell the guys that I knew about those.”

She walked into the office as I stood, waving her in. “I'm not so sure, those smell pretty damn amazing. Did you make them yourself?”

Sunny nodded happily. “I did. Blaze was buying himself a cartload of those cheap crappy cookies, and I couldn't stand it, so I mentioned that I could bake some and he kind of went insane and cleared out half the baking supply aisle.”

I snorted. “That sounds like Blaze. If he's being too much, let me know, and I will tell him to cool it.”

She shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “No, he's sweet. Really. He's got a lot of energy, but I'm used to running around after a toddler.”

“Blaze is essentially a toddler with a 401(k),” I mused, reaching out and taking one of the cookies.

Sunny watched eagerly as I took a bite, waiting for my reaction. They were still warm and gooey from the oven, and I couldn't help but close my eyes with a groan.

“Okay, these totally beat the ones I have stashed,” I said around a mouthful of cookie.

“Really?” Sunny beamed, her entire body perking up.

I nodded. “Mine are a step up from the ones Blaze gets at the grocery store, but these blow them out of the water.”

She smiled. “Well, I'm sure I'll be making another batch in no time, then.”

“I’d like that—you need anything, you can send one of the guys to the grocery store or get them to drive you if you want to go.”

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