Chapter 119

He tried to clean up his dirty-as-fuck thoughts as he slid the steaming plate on the bar in front of her while she settled onto a stool.

When he set a bottle of water beside it, she glanced at him with something obviously on her mind. “Got anything harder?”

Zy hesitated. He didn’t want her medicating with booze…but he needed her to let go of her sense of decorum or responsibility or whatever the fuck kept her bottled up so she would talk to him.

“I’ll look. Eat at least half your omelet first.” Because if she was going to get shitfaced, he didn’t want her getting sick.

Dutifully, she picked up her fork and cut into the eggs, moaning as she popped a bite into her mouth. “Hmm. You didn’t tell me you could cook.”

“I don’t know if I’d call that actual cooking.” He prowled through the apartment’s walk-in pantry to peruse his booze selection. “Unless I’m barbecuing, that’s about the extent of my culinary expertise.”

She took another bite. “Then what do