Ty had conducted all kinds of covert, stealthy operations in his career. He’d been taught to move in silence, in and out without detection. If push came to shove, he could probably plan a successful heist. But he wasn’t at all sure he could c***k an egg without waking the woman he’d left sleeping in his bed.
Gently tapping it on the edge of the counter, he glanced up. No sound. No movement. They’d worn each other out since Friday. Maybe he could pull off this breakfast in bed thing after all.
Pulling his attention back to the egg, he looked for the c***k. Nothing. How did they make it look so damned easy on those cooking shows? They’d probably say something obnoxious like, “It’s all in the wrist.” Which it probably was.
With plenty of furtive glances up, he managed to break the eggs and
