Ivy scrunches her lips into a rueful frown, but he wipes it away with a kiss on the cheek. “Best fucking cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had, Ivy. I’ll guard them with my life while you tend to Chief.” She laughs, leaning into his affection before pushing off toward me and discarding her apron. “They’re only that good because you’re a stellar baking partner.” Whirling back around, she wags a finger at him, adding with a stern set of her jaw, “Leave some for Liam and Ty. They’re taking a cheat day, so they’ll want their fill.” He stuffs one in his mouth with a muffled, “Yes, ma’am.”
