Chapter 165

"I don't have an endless supply of tokens," Miles bitched. He tried to get comfortable on the stool pushed up to the counter island, before giving up and standing. "Rein her in, Levi."

Levi was so at ease in his kitchen, pouring me a cup of coffee, then stretching up to reach the sugar on the shelf above the sink.

I wanted lazy Sunday mornings in here doing a crossword puzzle together and cooking dinner with laughter, wine, and good music streaming from the speakers. There was no one else I'd ever envisioned that way, the picture of this domestic bliss settling over me like a fuzzy blanket.

"She wouldn't ask if she didn't have a good reason," Levi said.

"Thank you," I said. "Milk?"

"In the fridge."

I doctored my beverage, looking around hopefully for the biscotti.

"Treats after the meeting," Levi said.

"You don't even know what I needed," I said. "Maybe it was a teaspoon."

"Uh-huh." He smirked.