Chapter 60

A few minutes later, he’d just filled their glasses with milk when Donovan returned, this time dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Moisture glistened in his hair and dampened the material over his shoulders. Still, he’d never looked sexier.

“Smells wonderful.” Donovan took a seat and started filling his plate.

TJ followed suit, wondering if he’d made enough when he’d glimpsed Donovan gulping down food as if a starved man.

He buttered his toast and took a bite. “Not bad.”

“It’s great.” Donovan smiled over at him. “I think we can turn you into a cook, yet.”

TJ snorted. “So not happening.”

Donovan’s face scrunched. “Who are you worried about the most? The hunter or Bagsby?”

A relevant question, but one that TJ didn’t really want to venture into. It always put tension on Donovan’s face and he, himself on edge. However, it was probably for the best. Donovan made for a grand distraction. A good thing except when bastards were out there ready to cut them down.