His gaze slid toward her AutoChef, and Eve resigned herself. “Go.” She tipped her head toward the machine. “Gratitude.” She eyed him as he programmed. “Want some candy to go with it?” He gave her a blank look. A blank cop look. “You got candy in here?” She jabbed a finger at him. “You know something. Now you know I know you know something, and I’d grill you like a trout if I had time.” “You doing okay, LT?” He sipped his coffee casually. “You seem a little stressed.” “Bite me, Baxter. Hardware store.”
