Page 25 of Phoenix's Refrain


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Flirting with Danger

Early the next morning, I sat in the Legion’s canteen. Though the sun had barely risen a few minutes ago, it was packed full for the breakfast rush.

Nero walked over to my table and sat down next to me, carrying two breakfast trays. He slid one across the tabletop to me.

“Thanks, honey,” I said. “But what are you going to eat?”

He caught my hand as I tried to steal his tray too.

I smirked at him.

Under the table, Angel arched her back and rubbed against his legs.

He gave the cat a flat look.

She looked up at him and blinked. Then she let out a soft meow.

Nero tossed her a breakfast sausage.

My cat started tearing into it, purring.

“You’re such a softy, Windstriker,” I laughed.

“I don’t believe anyone has ever referred to me as soft.”

I allowed my gaze to pan up his hard, muscular physique. “No, I’d imagine not.” I wet my lips. “Any chance I could ogle—er, observe you on the salmon ladder later?”

“I’ve already performed my morning exercises.”

Shame.

“When did that happen?” I asked.

“While you were still asleep in bed.” His mouth twitched. “Snoring.”

“Angels don’t snore,” I protested.

“You aren’t a typical angel, Pandora.”

His eyes drank me in. The look in them…it made me want to jump across the table and pin him under me. I sent him the mental image.

“Careful, Pandora,” he said, so quietly I could hardly hear him. “Or I’ll have to reprimand you.”

“Reprimand me?” I asked my husband. “For what?”

“For projecting inappropriate thoughts to a superior officer while on duty.”

I braided my fingers together, smiling. “Oh, so that’s not allowed?”

His gaze didn’t waver from mine, not for a second. “No. It is not.”

“Well, then, I guess you’re just going to have to reprimand me.” Under the table, I slid my leg against his.

He reached out to touch me, then stopped himself. “Leda, what are you doing?” he said, low and rough.

“Misbehaving.” I slid my foot higher up his leg.

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