Page 47 of Hidden Depths

Storm walked into the galley.

Her hair was still damp from a shower.

No makeup.

Navy Sinclair jacket.

Coffee mug already in her hand.

She stopped.

"You two are awake early."

Ward shrugged.

"Navy."

Willow smiled.

"Captain."

Storm laughed.

"Fair enough."

Willow slid a pan into the oven.

"What are we having?"

"Cinnamon rolls."

Ward looked toward the oven.

"Again?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"You're complaining?"

"I absolutely am not."

"I didn't think so."

Storm leaned against the counter.

"You'll spoil them."

Willow smiled.

"They're on vacation."

Storm looked at Ward.

"So are you."

That one sentence lingered.

Ward quietly answered,