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Not exactly sure how to respond, Easy nodded. I m happy to do it.
I m glad, she said. Looking over her shoulder at Shane, she said, I ll be back in a bit.
Shane winked. Take your time, sweetness.
When Sara left, Easy said, Sorry to interrupt, then he tapped the doorframe with his hand and
made to leave.
Shane closed the laptop and got up. Jenna needs anything twenty-four/seven, just ask. It s not an
interruption. I feel almost as protective of her as I do Sara, he said, raking his hand through his hair.
Yeah, Easy said, wondering whether Shane intended any secondary meaning to his statement.
Easy headed for the kitchen. Shane followed and took up a perch on a stool at the breakfast bar as
Easy poked his head in the fridge. Looking at food made him realize he was nearly starving and,
unlike Jenna, he d eaten breakfast. After a few more minutes of foraging, he settled on chicken soup
and a plain toasted bagel for Jenna and a roast beef sandwich for himself. Think this is okay? Easy
asked. You can t imagine how many times she threw up. I don t wanna make her sick again.
Shane surveyed everything Easy laid out and nodded. Bland is good. She really needs to get back
on the antiepileptics tomorrow. Getting some food into her will help her system soak up whatever
they gave her.
Easy threw the bagel in the toaster and dumped the soup into a bowl for the microwave. Just the
thought of what had been done to her filled his head with a red-hot rage. Little as she was, they
could ve easily overdosed her. And from what Easy understood, Bruno fucking knew she was on
meds, so he would ve had to know there could be drug-interaction implications and not cared. Christ,
they could ve killed her.
And then he would ve never seen her again, never held her, never received her kiss. Damn, it might
be twelve kinds of wrong, but he wanted all of that. He wanted more.
Blowing out a breath, Easy stretched his neck. No sense in getting himself all spun up before he
went back upstairs.
Another thought popped into mind thankfully, this one wasn t at all angsty. The milk shake she d
fantasized about having. Not bland, but if even a small taste made her happy, it would be worth it.
Opening the freezer, Easy smiled. God bless the Rixeys ice-cream addiction. There were so many
containers, it seemed entirely plausible that they d robbed an ice-cream delivery truck. He sorted
through the tubs until he found a container of chocolate.
Bingo.
Next, he grabbed the milk from the fridge. And then he opened a bunch of cabinets until he found a
blender at the back of one of them. The layer of dust on its surfaces told of how long it had gone
unused. He rinsed and wiped it off, then brought the detachable pitcher to the other counter, where the
ice cream lay waiting.
Shane s expression was two seconds away from amused.
Not a word, McCallan.
He held up his hands and shook his head, but he couldn t hold back the smile. Fucker.
Scoop, scoop, scoop, milk. Lid on, Easy placed the container on the blender and hit mix. Two
minutes later, he had something approximating a very thick milk shake. He spooned it into a glass,
then gathered the bagel and soup. Next he built his sandwich, sneaking pieces of beef and cheese as
he worked.
Damn, that looks good, Shane said, pushing off the stool and grabbing a plate for himself. Think
I ll make some food for me and Sara, too.
Easy suddenly felt less self-conscious with Shane making food for his woman, too.
Whoa. He froze with a piece of rye bread in his hand. Jenna was not his woman.
But maybe she could be.
Slapping the bread on top of the lettuce, Easy s thoughts spun he came up with lots of reasons
why it probably wasn t a good idea, but that didn t make him want to consider it any less. He sighed
as he cleaned up his mess.
Mid-sandwich-making, Shane spoke in low, even tones. We don t have to do that thing where I
tell you to handle Jenna with care if you re thinking of starting something with her, do we?
For. Fuck. Sake.
Not that Easy was particularly surprised by the question. Hadn t he been half expecting it? And, his
brain noted with interest, it wasn t a warning off.
Nope.
I didn t think so, Shane said in that same casual, even tone. I see how protective you are of her,
Easy, and I m glad for that. I know you ll treat her right. But you should know that her birthday s next
week.
Easy s gaze flashed to Shane s. And this is relevant how?
She ll be twenty.
Easy had to grab the counter. Say again?
Twenty? Jesus, he d known he was older, but he had a full decade on her.
You heard me. Shane sucked a bit of mustard off his finger. Sara s only twenty-three, so I m not
saying a thing about it, except handle with care.
Nodding, Easy concentrated on making the floor stand still under his feet. Twenty. He blew out a
long breath. I like her, Shane, he finally said, echoing the conversation he and Shane had had a few
nights ago about Shane s growing feelings for Sara. And, well, hi, how ya doin , Mr. Hypocrite,
Easy had told Shane he had to come clean with the team. Despite the fact that Easy hadn t done so
himself. Still.
Yeah, Shane said, clapping him on the back of the neck and squeezing. I know.
Twenty. Wow.
Staring at the plates and cups he had to take upstairs, Easy shook the whirling thoughts away and
recalled seeing exactly what he needed. From the thin cabinet next to the oven, he retrieved a baking
sheet to use as a tray. Improvisation he could do. He loaded it down with everything he thought they d
need and lifted it into his arms.
She not ready to be around everyone yet? Shane asked.
Easy paused and looked his friend in the eye. Shane McCallan was a good guy through and through,
and the fact he implicitly understood where Jenna was at right now meant a lot. No. The bruises are
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