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his head. She didn’t have to appear so smug as she turned back to her cooking.
    Narrowing his eyes, he let his gaze drop to her heart-shaped ass for a split second before his hand flashed out and smacked it. Damn, she made his pants look good. He’d never be able to wear that particular pair again without thinking about her having the fabric snug against some of his favorite parts of her.
    “You’ll pay for that,” she commented as she reached down to rub over where he had smacked.
    He was too busy chewing to answer. Bird shit or not, it tasted fantastic.
    “Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises,” he threw back as he picked up the fork and shoveled more scrambled eggs into his mouth. It took him less time to demolish the plateful than it had taken her to prepare it.
    Plate clean, he looked around hopefully for more, just in case. Jei shot him a look of triumph from over yet another heaping plateful. A look that warned the warrior was prepared to shed blood and body parts to keep it.
    She refilled his plate again, somehow juggling cooking several pans of eggs and bacon at once. Happily wolfing down more of the delicious food, Roz watched as she very pointedly placed a large glass of juice next to him. She eyed the other warriors, making it clear it was his.
    Reaching up on tiptoe, she kissed his cheek before taking an almost overflowing pan of eggs from the burner. Moving with an unassuming grace, she made her way among his warriors, refilling their plates.
    He couldn’t think of a time when he had seen the Wildcats this relaxed or so ready to smile. Watching carefully, he shifted around to the other side of the counter. If any of his men so much as laid a finger on her, they’d be a smear on the deck plating.
    “Roz?” Jei broke into his thoughts.
    “What is it?” His gaze followed her as she finally made her way back toward him.
    “She hasn’t eaten yet. She saw to all of us first.”
    What? That shouldn’t have surprised him. She was the epitome of generosity and caring. Filling a plate, he set a place and dragged her back over so she could eat.
    “You’d better eat up. You’re going to need a lot of strength to make good on those promises.”
    He smirked at the mock glare she aimed at him and turned to get her a glass of juice. He’d taken two steps when her hand landed a sharp smack on his ass so hard, it stung.

Chapter Four
     
    Summer was still smiling as she finished up her breakfast and then cleared things away. Reaching out for the plate of the nearest warrior, a large hand placed over hers stopped her.
    She looked up in curiosity to find Roz shaking his head.
    “No, you cooked. They’re all capable of cleaning.” He directed his comment at the warriors around them. “Especially since if they don’t, you might not cook for them again.”
    Instantly, the kitchen became a hive of activity, as nearly thirty warriors the size of linebackers, tried to cram themselves into the same small space, to prove how helpful they could be.
    She squeaked as he yanked her to one side, out of harm’s way. She clocked the way he looked at her with a hunger that surpassed anything she’d seen for mere food, and heat surged through her veins. Grinning, he stalked her backward down the corridor.
    Staring into his eyes, she knew he could easily outmaneuver her, but it didn’t stop her from thinking about running…just so he’d chase her. Her escape was foiled as she bumped into the bulkhead sooner than she expected. Nowhere left to run. Edging steadily along the wall toward his room, she felt for the door with an outstretched hand. If she didn’t get in there in the next few seconds, she would go up in flames just from the way he looked at her.
    Smiling a wicked little smile, she teased him. “I stole your clothes.”
    His expression didn’t change. “Yeah, I noticed. I’ll want those back.”
    She had no idea what came over her. Pulling the Wildcat t-shirt over her head, she threw it at his face.