"You awake?"

Callista wiped her face and opened the door, a half-smile pulling at her lips.

"Hey," she said, trying not to think about how he was standing in the doorway wearing a black tank top and dark, loose-fitting sweatpants.

He looked damn good. Really good.

His eyes dropped, taking her in, a brow lifting.

"That's not exactly the right fit."

"Don't judge me. It was either this or naked."

"Well, then. Good choice."

"Right. So, breakfast?"

"Already waiting. Coffee, too."

"Excellent. Lead ...