Page 84 of Tempest’s Torment

"What else do you want?"

I grin. "Maybe something a little more romantic."

"You picked the wrong man."

I laugh and push at his chest. He catches my hand before I can pull it away and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss against my knuckles.

I stare at him and he raises an eyebrow. "That romantic enough?"

"Getting there."

"Breakfast."

I laugh again and finally climb out of bed. "Bossy."

"Apparently you like that."

I look back at him and see that he's watching me. "Apparently I do."

By the time we make it out of the bedroom, breakfast is more like brunch. We sit across from each other at the kitchen table with eggs, toast, and coffee between us, and I keep catching myself looking at him.

Kai. It's strange how comfortable his name feels in my head now.

"What?"

I take a bite of toast. "You're very observant this morning."

He raises a brow. "You keep staring at me."

"So?"

His mouth twitches. "So nothing."

I smile and reach for my coffee. For a few minutes, we eat in comfortable silence before I glance toward the living room and spot the deck of cards still sitting on the coffee table. "You owe me a rematch."

His fork stops halfway to his mouth. "A rematch?"

"Rummy."

"I don't owe you shit. You won."

"Four times."

"Three."

I stare at him. "Four."

"Last one didn't count."

I gape at him. "Why?"

"Ghost called."

I laugh. "After I won."

"Still disrupted the game."

"The game was over."