"I don't have an endless supply of tokens," Miles bitched. He tried to get comfortable on the stool pushed up to the counter island, before giving up and standing. "Rein her in, Levi."

Levi was so at ease in his kitchen, pouring me a cup of coffee, then stretching up to reach the sugar on the shelf above the sink.

I wanted lazy Sunday mornings in here doing a crossword puzzle together and cooking dinner with laughter, wine, and good music streaming from the speakers. There ...