I didn't even wait for the door to close behind me before pressing the paper bag into Crew's big hands. He looked startled by my insistence but didn't argue, turning for the kitchen while I pushed against his broad back with both hands, bouncing as I went, giggling over the expression on his face when he spun back to meet my eyes.

His grin made me sigh, washing away the remains of the encounter with Oliver, with Jack Nethersole, with all of the complaining, needy people ...