Baby Play the Game: An Agents of HEAT Romantic Suspense Standalone by Harper Cross

Author:Harper Cross [Cross, Harper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nyb Publishing
Published: 2023-05-17T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Jason

I woke up around 7 a.m. the next day, despite making love with Tam until the wee hours of the morning. Probably because I was alone in my own bed when what I really wanted was to wake up with her in my arms. After dressing, I crept out of my room and stood in front of her door, which was right beside mine. It would be so easy to turn the knob, step inside, and crawl into her bed.

“Morning, Jensen!”

I grunted and whirled around. Kat, true to her name, silently padded up to me in the thickly carpeted hallway. “Morning, Kat.”

She glanced at the door behind me—Tam’s door—but didn’t ask. Instead, she pointed toward the stairs. “Are you headed for the kitchen?”

“Yes. I’m actually thinking about making breakfast for the team.” That was true, too. The thought was just secondary to the one about curling up next to Tam and coaxing her into a sleepy, sexy morning workout.

“So, you’re still cooking for your teammates,” she said as we walked together down the stairs. “I heard a rumor that Bond’s new love interest is a bit of an amateur chef himself.”

“Not as good as I am.” I grinned. “Prescott’s a good guy, though.” I’d liked him since we’d had to tranq him and bring him to HEAT HQ with us months earlier, before he and Bond had fallen in love. And now I also owed him for last week. I glanced at her workout gear and sneakers. “Are you meeting Kessler and Li for a workout now, or do you plan to eat first?”

“Actually, we’re going for a thirteen-mile run in a few hours. Now is the time to carbo-load.”

“Perfect,” I said. “Then I know just what to make for breakfast.”

“I’m not a great cook but functional,” she said. “Would you like a helper?”

“Sure.”

When we reached the kitchen, I started pulling eggs out of the fridge, and she asked, “I thought you were making carbs, but I wouldn’t say no to that amazing frittata again.”

Since that was Tam’s favorite, I made it a lot, I realized. But if I made it every day, our other teammates would notice. I pulled a loaf of cinnamon-raisin bread from a drawer. “Today, it’s French toast. Day-old bakery bread is the best for it.”

She clapped her hands together. “Sounds great. What can I do? My skills are limited.” She grinned. “But I am good with a knife.”

“I never had any doubts.” Our tactical agents were good with all kinds of hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. “Two tasks,” I said as I turned on the lower oven to warm and the electric skillet to high. I pointed to a package I’d laid on the counter. “First, you can get those into the upper oven.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Vegetarian sausages? That’s an oxymoron.”

“Sorry. The good doctor requests that I mix it up a little. She worries about our arteries. Heating directions are on the package. When those are in the oven, you can clean off the berries and chop up the melon into a fruit salad.

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