Page 69 of Buried Treasure
Ryan looked up at her. "This better be good."
"Well, it's just that Andy and I woke up and were going to get some breakfast when you sent your text so—"
"Wait!" Ryan held up his hand and stared at Sydney. "You and Andy woke up?"
"Yeah."
"Together?"
Sydney smiled. "Well, yeah."
Ryan gave her the goofiest grin she had ever seen from you. Then he started gleefully laughing.
"What did I tell you, Barton? I told you I would fix this, and I did."
"Well, I wouldn't give you all the credit," she said.
"I fixed it. Me. I did it."
Sydney looked over to see Andy rolling his eyes at the rookie.
"Anyways, you want to come get breakfast with us?" she asked.
Ryan shook his head dramatically. "No way. I am not going to be your third wheel."
"Suit yourself." She gave his arm a squeeze and stood up. "I'll bring you a bagel so you at least have something to eat."
He groaned in pain and clutched his abdomen. "No bagel. That's so mean."
She just laughed again and grabbed Andy's hand. "Fine. I'll talk to your trainer and see what he suggests you eat instead."
"Just remember one thing."
"What's that?" Andy said.
Ryan stood up and pointed at both of them with a smirk on his face. "I fixed this."
Sydney shook her head. "We're leaving. Goodbye!"
"Bye!" Ryan yelled. "And seriously, no bagel!"
The apartment door slammed shut and Sydney grabbed Andy's hand, dragging him to the elevator. As the doors closed with only the two of them inside, Andy cornered Sydney, his hands on her hips as his lips near hers. He was hovering so close, but he just wouldn't give her what she wanted.
"You're teasing me," she whispered.
"I am," he responded, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, his voice reverberating in his chest under her hands.
"Well, that's unacceptable."
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, getting a moan of approval from him. The elevator dinged, and Sydney quickly pulled away, brushing her hands over his firm chest to straighten his shirt out. Then she gently pushed him out of the way and walked out of the elevator with Andy following in her wake. She could hear him shuffle a few extra steps to catch up with her before sliding his hand into hers.
"So where are you taking me?" he said in a low voice.
"Just a diner on the corner," she replied. "Their service is really fast, so we can eat quick and then get back here."
He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Do I get to come back here with you?"
"Oh, most definitely," she told him.
They walked out into the cold of Detroit, the wind whipping off the river again, causing the light dusting of snow from the night before to swirl through the air. Normally, this would make Sydney curse Mother Nature for making her live in such an inhospitable place. But today, she pulled herself closer to Andy, letting his warmth fill the cold grayness surrounding them.
