Seemed in those hours she didn’t sleep she’d made some decisions about how she was going to move forward on some things.
Though not all the right decisions.
Making breakfast in his tee, correct.
Calling him Mag, incorrect.
He saw the coffeepot was full, so instead of heading to a stool at the island, he moved that way.
Which was closer to her.
“Just gonna get a cup of joe,” he told her.
“I can get it for you,” she offered quickly, turning his way. “How do you take it?”
Fortunately, he’d gotten close by the time she turned his way so he could get up in her space.
Something he did.
Her eyes got wide, then they dropped to his chest, grew lazy, he grinned, and they shot back up to his face.
“Mag, I—” she began.
“Danny,” he muttered, looking at her mouth.
Her head ticked, and she said, “But I thought you liked to be called—”
She again didn’t finish, seeing as he lifted a hand, slid his fingers along the side of her neck and up into her hair behind her ear.
Yeah, that hair was as soft as it looked.
“Didn’t sleep much either, worried about you and if you were getting any rest,” he told her.
“Well, I…that sucks. I’m sorry. I—”
She stopped talking when he slid the tips of his fingers through her hair and down the line of the back of her neck.
“I gotta work today, but you can stay here,” he said. “I’ll talk to Mo. They got a security system at their pad. Mac danced last night, so she’s probably asleep, but when she gets up, you can hang with her. Around lunch, I’ll come and get you and take you over to their place.”
“Mag—”
“Danny,” he corrected, running his fingers under her ear, feeling her shiver, fighting another grin, then he stroked her throat with his forefinger and kept talking. “When I get off work tonight, I’ll come get you and we’ll pop in at the police station. Make a quick statement. Give them what we got to help them do their jobs.”
“The police?”
He didn’t address that.
He kept rolling.
“And then we’ll grab a bite and go to your place, check it out, see what we can salvage, form a plan of attack for cleanup. Boone and Axl said they’d help.”
“They did?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“That’s nice,” she kept whispering.
But now she was watching his mouth.
“You like them?” he asked.
Her brows twitched.
“Who?” she asked his mouth.
He couldn’t beat back the smile at that.
“Boone and Axl.”
“They were great,” she mumbled, again, to his mouth.
He dipped his head closer to hers.
She swayed toward him.
Oh yeah.
He slid his hand again to the back of her neck and murmured, “How ’bout, since you’re closer, you pour me a cup, and I’ll finish these eggs.”
“What?”
She was still solely focused on his mouth.
“Evie?”
“Mm?”
“Honey, you keep lookin’ at my mouth like that, I’m gonna be forced to give you a good morning kiss.”
She did not take her eyes from his mouth, but Mag didn’t give her a good morning kiss.
Evie lifted her hands, latched on to either side of his neck and yanked him down at the same time she was surging up, and one thing he could say.
Her aim was true.
With her lips she smushed his lips back into his teeth so bad he tasted that tang you got when you took one to the mouth.
She then let go, jerked away, put her fingers to her mouth and muttered, “Oh God, what’s the matter with me? I’m so sorry.”
But through this, Mag turned to the stove, shoved the eggs from the flame, turned off the burner, then went right back to her.
“Do over,” he said.
She dropped her hand. “Wh-what?”
“Do you want to kiss me?” he asked.
Her gaze dropped to his chest, shot up, but stopped at his mouth before it seemed she had to force it to his eyes.
She wanted to kiss him.
“Do over,” he repeated, reaching to her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her closer.
“Mag—” she began.
“Danny,” he growled, angled his head and took her mouth.
After her first attempt, he was surprised she opened right away.
Even surprised, he didn’t let that opportunity slip.
He slid his tongue inside.
She tasted of coffee and woman, her soft hair all around his hand…
Shit.
This was a bad idea.
Strike that.
It was a fantastic idea.
Terrible timing.
He started to end the kiss, moving his hand to the side of her neck to gently press her away.
But she latched on again, this time to either side of his head, before she plunged her fingers