“Who the hell do you think you are?” She cut him off when he opened his mouth to answer. “And what the hell are you doing here?”
“That’s a lot of ‘hell’s, sweetheart. I’m betting you have no idea what hell is. I’m Royce Devereaux. Emery’s known me as long as…” Royce’s gaze shuttered and he shrugged off the sudden heavy shadows of emotion. He was silent a moment before he noticed the kitchen and food on the counter.
“Breakfast for dinner? Wow, Emery must really want you in his bed. I’d sleep with anyone who cooks like he does.” Royce flashed her a cocky grin.
“Are you…” she paused, unsure of whether she grasped the dynamic between the two men.
“Into men? Nope. I’m only for the ladies. But Emery has serious kitchen skills. You’ll let him do anything to you once you’ve had a taste. I guar
