Page 79 of Lawbreaker

A loud knock on her door woke her. “Is it morning already?” she protested. “I just went to sleep.”

Tony stood over her, grinning. “Biscuits, scrambled eggs, ham and bacon and hot strong coffee,” he offered.

“Ooh, I’ll be right there!” she said.

He chuckled and went back out, closing the door.

She dressed in comfortable sweats and joined the men at the table, barefoot and with her long hair in a ponytail. And no makeup.

Tony’s eyes widened. “That’s how you dress at home?”

“Yes,” she said, surprised.

He frowned.

She gave him a droll look. “I’m eating breakfast, not going to a fashion show.” She cocked her head. “I brought nice stuff with me. For later.”

“Oh.” He brightened.

She grinned at Ben, who chuckled, too.

“This is really good,” she told Tony. “I can make biscuits, but mine aren’t this good.”

“What do you put in them?”

“Olive oil.”

He stopped with a biscuit halfway to his mouth. “Excuse me?”

“Olive oil,” she said. “Medical studies show that people who live around the Mediterranean don’t have the heart issues that we have. They figured out it’s because of the olive oil that’s in most people’s diets there.”

“Well, I’ll be.”

“So Mom decided that it was healthier for Dad to have it because he erupts pretty often.”

“Erupts.”

“Like you,” she said, and grinned at him.

He chuckled. “Well, I usually cook with olive oil. But I put lard in my biscuits. That’s how my mama made biscuits.”

“Lard.” She sighed. “Well, it makes them taste super good.”

“I know it’s not supposed to be good for you. I just put it in biscuits. Otherwise, olive oil and nothing fried.”

She grinned. “Me, too.”

“But I love a steak.”

“I love steaks, too. But I’d eat fish every meal if I lived on the ocean. I love seafood.”

“He fishes,” Ben said with disgust. “Nasty habit.”

“Hey, some of my cousins are still fishermen back in Sicily,” Tony replied. “Bigot.”

“I am not. I’m just fastidious,” Ben huffed, indicating his nice suit and spotless white shirt.

“Me, too, but I still love to fish,” Tony replied.