Page 54 of To Catch a Latte Thick as Thieves

“Look over my shoulder,” he said.

Harpy was sitting on the corner of Fisher’s pillow. Her head drooped as if in sleep.

“Does she do that often?” she asked.

“When we’re in a strange place, she likes to sleep on my pillow,” he said.

“I’ve never slept with a bird before,” she said.

“What do you think?”

“Not too fowl,” she joked. “Of course I’ve never slept with an FBI guy before, either.”

“And what do you think of that?”

“I can see why they call you ‘special’ agents,” she teased.

He growled and kissed her.

“I’ve never slept with a chef,” he said.

“What do you think?”

“That I’m ready for a second course,” he whispered against her ear.

Her toes curled into the blanket. How did he do that? How did this man reduce her to mush with a few words?

He started to kiss the side of her neck and she felt her body arch against his, craving the feel of him. She felt as if she could never get enough of this man.

Their intimacy was broken by a loud voice singing outside.

She rolled away from him with a groan. “Henry. Duty calls.”

“Let duty feed himself today,” he said, reaching for her.

“I can’t,” she said, dodging his hands while planting a swift kiss on his lips. “He might disturb the neighbors.”

“Who cares?” he asked, cupping the back of her head and holding her still while he kissed her so thoroughly he left her breathless.

“Behave and I’ll save you a muffin,” she teased him as she rolled out of the bed.

“Apple spice?”

“Of course.”

“Well, what’s taking you so long? Get down there and start baking,” he ordered.

“I might have known,” she said, shrugging into her bathrobe. “You’ve been after my muffins all along.”

He tugged the belt of her robe loose. His hands ran the length of her body, pausing to cup her breasts. “Best muffins in town,” he said, his words muffled against her skin.

She laughed and jumped away from him. Knotting the belt on her robe, she tried to frown at him, but couldn’t stop the smile that parted her lips. He looked wonderfully unshaven and sleepy amidst the pillows with Harpy still snoozing beside him.

It hit her like a flash. A glaring moment of rightness. Fisher belonged here with her. She knew it as surely as she knew that she loved him. Oh dear!

Henry’s voice broke through the quiet morning air and Annie jumped.

“I have to go,” she said grabbing her clothes before running from the room.