Sated, satisfied, and oh so content. No wonder it was a while before she realized she was alone. She looked around the room but found no sign of the hedonistic adventure of the night before. Damn, she needed a shower—and food. Food would be really good. She flung the covers off, went into the bathroom to take the much needed shower, changed her mind, and just brushed her teeth before going downstairs to raid the refrigerator. It wasn’t until she was standing on the floor in the large open living space that she discovered she wasn’t alone. Bullet stood in her kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans, his tanned back turned to her as he worked dough on the counter. “What are you doing?” Curious, she pulled up a seat at the island counter to watch. “Making cinnamon rolls. Do you like cinnamon rolls?” There was a streak of flour dusted across his chest where he’d wiped his hand. His eyes seemed alive, sparkling blue, the exact color of the summer sky. “Yeah, I like … wait.
