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It was hard to get buy-in from Noah these days when it came to things like holiday traditions. He was a good kid, and she knew he loved her, but it felt increasingly less likely that he was willing to humor her. He’d still wanted to trick or treat, but on his own with his friends. He’d agreed to help make the cranberry sauce to take to Amanda’s for Thanksgiving, but he’d grumbled the entire time. Now, he was standing in the kitchen with her while “they” made cookies, but he was far more interested in his phone than making treats for Santa.
“Noah,” she said, snapping him out of his screen-induced trance. “You’ve added enough sprinkles to that cookie to send Santa into a diabetic coma. Are you even watching what you’re doing?”
He at least had the decency to look guilty, but she wasn’t sure how much of that was actually for show. “Sorry.” He put his phone face down on the counter, dangerously close to a pile of flour, and moved on to the next cookie.
They didn’t always bake at Christmastime. They’d done it in the past from time to time– chocolate chips from the recipe on the bag, slice and bake, thumbprints with Hershey Kisses– but it had to have been at least a few years since the last time. Olivia was watching her life fly by. Her son was growing too fast. Meanwhile, her body was acquiring more aches and pains by the day. All of it made her realize that she needed to take a beat. She wanted to slow things down, even if just for a single evening, and hold onto her son, because before she knew it, he would be leaving home to start his own life.
It was a good idea, in theory, except he wouldn’t put down that goddamned phone!
“Noah!” she chastised. “Seriously. What is so important?”
“Sorry, it’s just…”
“What?” She’d lost her patience but he stood there in front of her with a look on his face like he was afraid to say what was on his mind. So she waited. If there was anything she was good at in this life, it was getting information out of people who didn’t want to share it.
After ten, maybe fifteen seconds he let out a sigh. “Caden asked the group chat if we could come over for a movie night.”
“Like the movie night we were planning on having?” she asked with sarcasm that was borne of her frustration.
“Mom, they aren’t going to watch Elf,” he said in that teenage way that made her feel small every single time she heard it. “They’re going to watch Krampus.”
“Since when is that anything that you’d be interested in watching?”
The oven timer went off and Olivia grabbed an oven mitt. Heat slammed her in the face as she removed the pan of relatively decent-looking Christmas cookies. She started to scrape them off the pan while Noah sputtered an explanation of not really knowing what the movie was about. She knew it wasn’t the type of movie he would want to watch, but she also knew what it was like to be fourteen with a desire to spend every possible minute with friends.
“I don’t know. We might pick something different,” he said, putting sprinkles on the last unbaked cookie so she could put it in the oven.
“We?”
Before he could answer, there was a loud knock on their apartment door.
“Did you tell them they could come over?” she asked, anger rising in her chest because that was not how she raised her son. He always checked with her first before making plans.
“No,” he said, eyes wide. “I didn’t even really ask you yet.”
There was another knock and Olivia let out a breath. She tossed the oven mitt on the counter. “Wait here.”
She walked down the hall, the usual anxiety she felt when someone was at her door causing her chest to feel tight, but she felt it calm when she looked through the peephole.
“Detective Bruno,” she said when she opened the door. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood so I figured I would deliver some news in person.”
“In the neighborhood?” she asked, unsure what the context of his visit was but pretty sure a phone call would have sufficed.
“Gino Vitalli,” he said, jogging her memory. “We picked him up about a half hour ago on West 95th.”
“Was there a problem?” she asked just as the oven timer started to beep from within the apartment. “I need to get that. Come inside.”
“I don’t want to—”
She opened the door a little wider. “You like cookies, Bruno?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
She ushered him in, noting his slight discomfort, but she didn’t want her apartment to burn down while she discussed a case in her doorway. Noah was still on his phone, standing stock still in the middle of the kitchen, completely unaware of his surroundings and the persistent beeping that filled the room.
“Like your cookies burned to a crisp?” she asked and his head snapped up.
“Huh? I…”
Olivia shook her head, stepping around her son to turn off the timer and rescue the cookies. They were golden brown. “Noah, you remember Detective Bruno, right?”
“Hi,” he said simply, his hand raising in a small wave.
“Hey,” Bruno responded kindly, but she could sense how out of place he felt. It was sort of cute, if she allowed herself to focus on that. Which she was not going to do.
“Mom, can I—”
“Go to Caden’s house for the movie night?”
The guilty look returned to his face. She put a hand on his shoulder, knowing it was a lost cause and grateful that he had friends who included them in their plans. “Noah, it’s fine. Go ahead. We can watch Elf another time.”
“What about the cookies?” he asked.
Olivia’s eyes went to her detective. “Maybe Bruno secretly spends his free time baking?”
Bruno looked at her son before turning his attention back to Olivia. “I’m no Curry, but I know my way around the kitchen.”
“See, I’ll be fine,” she said, wrapping an arm around her son for a hug. “Just text me when you get there. And I want you home no later than ten.”
“Mom,” Noah whined. “It’s already 7:30. And he’s in the building next door.”
“10:30,” she told him. “Or it’s cookies and Elf.”
Noah held up his hands in surrender and scampered off to his room.
“Great kid,” Bruno said and Olivia let out a dry laugh.
“Well, he’s a teenager, so it’s minute to minute.”
She looked around the kitchen. About half of the cookie dough still needed to be baked. Noah had managed to get sprinkles everywhere, and the sink was overflowing with mixing bowls and their dishes from dinner.
“I, uh,” Bruno started, looking awkward and unsure as he stood in the middle of her mother/son bonding time.
“Just let Noah get out of here and then you can tell me about Vitalli, but I really could use some help here.” She grabbed the rolling pin and started on the next bunch of shortbread. “Want to take over sprinkle duty?”
Bruno took off his jacket, walked to the sink, and turned on the water to wash his hands. She really should have just listened to his update and sent him on his way. They were coworkers– she was his CO– who had never spent time together outside of work without the rest of the team. He had come to her apartment once before, also to tell her about a case, but then he left. There was no baking, no timid smile, no fluttering in her belly that she shouldn’t have been feeling.
There was no reason at all for him to be standing in her kitchen, sleeves pushed up as he dried his hands on her spaghetti-stained dish towel, but despite all the logical thoughts in her head, he was grateful she’d asked him in. Maybe it was just the oven timer going off that brought them here, or her desperation for companionship when her son had plans more interesting than spending time with his mom. Either way, she sort of liked it.
Noah suddenly ran into the kitchen, stopping to make quick goodbyes, and darted out of the apartment without as much as a look back.
Bruno cleared his throat. “Kids.”
Olivia lifted her eyebrows, wondering what he knew about child rearing.
Bruno shrugged. “I remember what it was like being his age,” he said by way of explanation as he added sprinkles to the sheet of cookies she had previously rolled out and cut. “Never wanted to be home.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of teenager were you?” she asked, realizing how little she knew about his past, and that the things she did know weren’t particularly merry.
“Went through a lot of phases. I started out as an athlete, found the wrong crowd for a little while. Oven mitt?” Olivia frowned, caught off guard, before passing him a navy blue mitten with Noah’s tiny handprint on it– a relic from his year in pre-K. “Thanks. But anyway uh, yeah. I got into some trouble, pissed off my parents, but then mostly kept to myself until I reached my twenties.”
“What kind of trouble?” she asked, surprised by the teasing tone she heard in her own voice. Whatever he’d done couldn’t have been too bad or he wouldn’t have made it through the department’s screening, but she was curious just the same. She’d seen him lose control with perps in interrogations. She couldn’t help but wonder how that character trait translated into a teenage Terry Bruno.
He lifted his beautifully sprinkled sheet of cookies off the counter and carried it to the oven, bending at the waist as he carefully placed it on the top rack, perfectly centered as if baking those cookies evenly was going to save lives. She watched in silence, her eyes travelling too low, staying on him too long, until he stood up straight and caught her staring. Olivia felt a blush creep across her cheeks, especially when the tiniest hint of a smile crossed Bruno’s face. He leaned back against the counter, comfortable in her space in a way that he probably shouldn’t have been.
She went back to working on the cookies.
“Small stuff,” he said, answering the question she’d now forgotten she’d asked. His voice gave nothing away if he was feeling as suddenly heated as she was. “It was usually cutting class, graffiti a couple of times. Smoking in the high school gym. Got caught with a girl.”
She quirked an eyebrow and one side of his mouth pulled up. “Parked my car by the football field. Thought no one was around,” he told her. “Took it a little too far. A cop found us.”
“What happened?” she asked, her imagination working overtime.
“Thankfully, nothing more than a healthy dose of embarrassment,” he said, reaching for the pan she’d just finished. His fingers bumped her knuckles and she couldn’t tell if it was an accident or if it was intentional. “She dumped me.”
Olivia smiled. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Caitlyn Hoffman,” he said, looking off with a wistful expression on his face. “Blonde hair. Great body. On the cheerleading squad… What could have been…”
Olivia couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips. Bruno never ceased to let his personality shine in a conversation. He was sarcastic, irreverent, and often carried the swagger that only a millionaire could have, but she knew that behind his tongue and cheek exterior, his heart was always in the right place. He’d found the unit that was perfect for someone who honestly wanted to change the world for the better.
It was admirable and made her day-to-day a whole lot easier. Maybe it was his like-minded style of policing that drew her to him, but Olivia tended to think there was more to it than that. She couldn’t deny the connection and ease she felt when she was with him. They were compatible in a way that she didn’t find with many people, and she wondered about his previous sentiment. What could have been? What could have been if they were closer in age? If she’d met him when she was younger?
“So what happened tonight? With our perp?” she asked before her mind could travel any further down that path.
“Tried to take out Griff,” Bruno said, not looking up from his work. He was making diagonal red and green stripes along the cookies in front of him. “Ran right into him like a linebacker. They hit the ground pretty hard, but our baby detective seems to be made of rubber.”
His light eyes met hers and she knew she didn’t need to be concerned. Bruno looked positively delighted at this turn of events.
“He okay?” she asked, because she was the boss, after all.
“Probably got a nice bruise on his ass,” he said, finally letting the smile he’d been holding back break free. “But yeah. He’s okay. Report’s on your desk… in case he needs to follow up with his GP.”
She chuckled and passed him the last sheet of cookies. “In all seriousness, thank you, Bruno… for taking him under your wing. I know there’s been a lot of changes lately with Fin out and Rollins back—”
“It’s nothing,” he said, cutting her off. “Griff’s green, but he’s not half bad. Spends less time napping than Fin does, so that’s nice.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said as she carried the bowls and rolling pin to the sink. For a second, she considered rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher, but decided she’d rather make that as a problem for later. Or the following morning.
She turned, leaning her back against the counter and watched Bruno, who was intensely focused on his sprinkled designs. “You’re pretty good at that.”
Bruno hummed as he made polka dots on his last cookie. “Rose liked to bake.” He paused for a second before looking up at Olivia, his expression slightly sheepish. “Still likes. I assume.”
“Have you talked to her lately?” Olivia asked. She hadn’t heard anything about Rose since they’d gotten her help on that case… two years ago? Three? Bruno was quiet about his personal life, though, so she wasn’t really surprised. As congenial as he was in the squad room, he kept to himself when he went home. Hell, she didn’t even know where he lived these days.
Bruno held out the cookie sheet and Olivia took it, swapping it with the ones that were done cooking in the oven. The heat hit her face, probably making her cheeks more red than they already were.
“It’s been a while,” Bruno said from behind her. “She’s with someone– another firefighter. They’ve been together for about a year. I think.”
“I’m… sorry to hear that?” Olivia nodded and crossed her arms under her chest, realizing that she was filled with something that felt a lot more like relief than empathy for Bruno’s marriage.
Bruno chuckled a little bit and shrugged. He looked around the room, void of any more cookies to work on. “I should probably—”
“Do you want a drink?” she asked almost at the same time. It surprised them both, but she continued. “I think I’m out of beer, but I have wine. And bourbon.”
Bruno lifted his eyebrows and she squinted back at him before reaching for the bottle she kept above the fridge. “Don’t look so surprised, Detective. I may be approaching mandatory, but I’m not too old to enjoy a drink every now and then.”
“You’re not old,” he said from behind her as she poured the soft brown liquid into two glasses. When she turned, he was closer than she realized.
“Thanks for that.”
The air crackled in a way that it shouldn’t have, considering the fact that she was his superior and he had only come to her apartment to discuss a case.
“You probably could have just called,” she challenged as she handed him a glass. She needed to fully understand where they stood in that moment. “To tell me about Vitalli.”
“I could have,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. She watched as his tongue darted out to catch a dip on his bottom lip. “But I…”
“But you…?” she asked. She knew what she was doing, and she shouldn’t have been doing it. She was pushing him toward the line, waiting to see if he would cross it. She was going all in on the feeling she had about him– the looks he gave her in the squad room, the way his hand would find her arm when they spoke, the closeness that he was comfortable with when they were near each other. And the fact that he’d come there tonight. She wanted to find out what all of it meant.
If it meant more than a comfortable working relationship.
Bruno ran his hand across the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. “I guess I…”
Olivia could tell she was right. If there were any reason for him to be there other than the fact that he wanted to be there, he would have just said it. But he wasn’t saying it. And she was going to wait him out until he did.
“I don’t want you to think that I came here to…” He paused, his eyes finally finding hers. “I really was in the neighborhood, but it’s Christmastime and maybe I’m… ‘in my feels,’ as that kid the other day said, and I… I guess I just wanted to see you.”
“It’s nice being seen,” she said, remembering something he’d said to her once.
There was a moment– maybe just a few breaths– before she took the smallest step toward him, and that was all he needed. Before she could give this another thought, his body was against hers, hand tangled in her hair at the base of her skull while he kissed her. Without the boots she wore every day, Bruno was just tall enough that she had to tip her face up to meet him. There was force behind the kiss at its start, but when he opened his mouth, just the tiniest bit, and traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, the softness nearly made Olivia melt.
A content hum escaped her and he pulled her in tighter. She should have been pulling away. She should have been asking herself, What the fuck are you doing? But she wasn’t. She was leaning in, wordlessly begging for more.
This would end badly. IAB would find out. Bruno would behave differently when they worked together. Her team would find out. She’d get called in for an investigation about inappropriate CO behavior. Bruno would get reassigned. But as his hand slid up her side, his fingers brushing against the band of her bra, none of those things mattered.
When was the last time she’d allowed herself a moment of fun– of pleasure– without getting bogged down by the possible consequences? It felt like decades, an entire lifetime, and as Bruno stepped her back, his hips pressing her against the counter, she realized how much she’d missed it. She’d wasted so much time, denying herself the release of being with a man in a way that could take her away from the stressors of her life.
And this man, her subordinate, of all people, seemed hell-bent on making her forget everything.
Bruno hummed against her lips. “You feel so good.”
Olivia felt a flutter in her stomach as she gripped the counter behind her, trying to brace herself from the force of his kisses. He felt hungry, like he was trying to devour her and she wasn’t complaining in the slightest. She let her head fall back, breaking the kiss so she could present her neck to him. Her fingers dug into his side as his tongue traced a line across her skin. She felt her toes curl in her socks as she sucked in a breath… one that smelled like burnt cookies.
“Shit,” she said, jumping away from him and into action. She grabbed an oven mitt off the counter, and threw open the oven. “It’s always the last batch that gets burnt.”
“They’re not burnt,” Bruno said. Olivia looked at him, noting his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “They’re just… well done.”
Olivia raised an eyebrow before scraping the dark brown shortbread onto a cooling rack. She doubted anyone would eat it. She cleared the pan and turned off the oven, the room filling with silence that made doubt start to fill her mind. She’d intended on spending a wholesome night getting into the Christmas spirit with her son and instead she’d had a heated makeout session with one of her detectives.
She suddenly felt very, very foolish.
Bruno must have sensed the change in her. Maybe it was something nonverbal or maybe it was just the way she couldn’t bring herself to look in his eyes.
“Liv.”
She could feel him behind her. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to happen here, and she couldn’t ignore the feeling of embarrassment that was clawing at her gut. She’d allowed this to happen and now she needed to handle it. When she turned around, Bruno looked worried. His eyebrows were pinched together and his cheeks were pink, now probably from embarrassment that was similar to her own. But his eyes were soft and gentle with all the kindness that she usually saw within them.
“Maybe it’s time for me to…” He pointed over his shoulder in the direction of her front door.
She should let him go and she should go take a cold shower to cool down. Or a hot one to…
“Thanks for…” He looked around like he was hoping the end of his sentence would be hidden somewhere among the mess from the cookie baking but eventually he just shrugged. “I don’t know how to end that sentence.”
Olivia laughed. It was small but filled with relief from the slight acknowledgement of the elephant in the room.
“I’ll get out of your hair,” he said finally and started to back out of the space. He barely made it out of the room before Olivia realized how much she didn’t want him to go. Maybe she should take almost burning the cookies as a sign that the universe was throwing her a pause before she really made a bad decision, but she wanted to ignore it. Because she knew what she wanted. She’d deal with the consequences some other time when her cookie-scented apartment wasn’t so teenager-free.
“Bruno, wait,” she said, taking a step toward him and halting his exit. “I…”
They looked at each other for only a moment before he came to her, both of his big hands reaching out for her face, lips finding hers, as his thumbs stroked her skin. There was no more hesitation as they started to stumble through the apartment, her leading them blindly to her bedroom as their kiss deepened to become almost frantic. She pulled at his shirt, dragging it over his head and tossing it to the ground along the way. His hands were on her ass, her breasts, her hips, touching her everywhere he could while they made their way through her space.
By the time they reached the bedroom, her shirt had joined his somewhere on the floor. She’d undone his belt and unzipped his jeans. He was tugging at her pants. There was no slowing at this point. They were in this together, on the same page as they pawed at each other. They flopped onto the bed, skin to skin other than their undergarments. Without any hesitation, Bruno moved down her body, placing wet kisses along her neck until he reached the cleavage created by the very supportive bra she hadn’t bothered to take off after work. He buried his face there, nuzzling his nose between her breasts and she would have laughed if it hadn’t felt so fucking fantastic. She gasped as he ran his tongue along her skin, palming her in one hand.
“Jesus…” she breathed.
“I could say the same thing.” He looked up from his work, pupils blown, before he buried his head once more, now trailing kisses down along her belly. She sucked in a breath as his tongue traced the line of lace below her belly button. She heard him chuckle. She playfully slapped his shoulder and he nipped her skin in response.
Olivia ran her hands along his skin, touching anything she could reach as he slid a hand under her back, deftly undoing the clasp on her bra. He tossed it to the floor before lowering his mouth to her. She tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue swirled across her nipple.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped.
“Yes, Captain.”
“Don’t say that,” she commanded. She didn’t want to think. It would be too easy to get pulled out of the moment and start worrying about all the things that came after. She didn’t want to think. She just wanted to feel.
Olivia slid her fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulled them down as far as she could reach. Bruno pulled away from her, twisting and reaching until they freed him of the last of his clothes. From this angle, with him on his knees, sitting back on his legs, she could see him– really see him– for the first time. She ran her hands up his chest, feeling his hard muscles and his soft hair, before sliding them down, lower and lower, until she could grip him in her hand. He let out a long breath, letting his eyes close and his head fall back.
He was so young and she wondered for a brief second what he saw in her, someone so many years his senior. With a body like his and the personality and kindness that she saw in him, he could have any woman he wanted, and yet he was here with her after baking the cookies that her son had abandoned.
“Liv…” he whispered and it felt positively dirty coming from his lips. He opened his eyes, looking deep into her own and it took her breath away. Before she could fully grasp the focused expression on his face, he was on her. His lips slammed into hers, tongue forcing them to part and his fingers slid into her underwear, nearly ripping them from her body. She wrapped her arms around his back, barely able to breathe from the force of his kiss and the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress.
She’d assumed there would be more foreplay, more uncertainty at what they were doing or even appreciation that this was really happening, but she was wrong. She could feel him pushing up against her, hard and insistent, and it was exactly what she wanted. She felt like all of her nerves were on fire, right on the edge of ecstasy, begging for release.
“Condom?” he asked.
“Shit, I uh…” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d bought them. There hadn’t been any need, which was disappointing on many levels, especially considering her current situation. “You don’t carry one?”
“What am I, 20?”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Irresponsible.”
Bruno laughed. “I haven’t been with anyone in six months.” Olivia raised her eyebrows in surprise and he smirked. “Got tested shortly after. I’m clean.”
“I am not telling you the last time I was with someone, but I’m clean too,” she said, grateful that the conversation was void of any awkwardness. “And uh, well… pregnancy isn’t an issue.”
She gave him a sheepish smile, not because she was embarrassed but because she was suddenly wondering if she was the oldest woman he’d ever been with.
“So…”
“Bruno, I am giving you consent, can you please just—” She stopped short, a gasp escaping her lips, as he pushed into her without warning. “Jesus…”
She opened her eyes to find him smirking down at her. “Oh, don’t be so proud of yourself.”
He shrugged, which was adorable since he was hovering above her, holding his weight up with his face only inches from her own. “Don’t worry. I’ll prove myself.”
Sexy, strong, and cocky. It was a combination she was never able to resist.
He started to move and she very quickly realized that he was probably right. Because he had no right making her feel that good after just a few thrusts.
“Like that, Cap?”
“Gah… I told you not to do that.”
“I could stop,” he said, pausing his movements.
“Don’t you dare.”
She dug her fingers into his ass, spurring him on. His thrusts were slow but strong, pushing her up the mattress so she had to place a hand on the headboard to keep herself in place. She lifted hips to meet his, causing a satisfying moan to fall from his lips. He lowered himself so he was nearly crushing her in the best possible way. He kissed the skin along her neck and chest as his pace started to increase. He wasn’t heavy, but like this, with most of his weight pressed into her chest, she wasn’t able to do much more than hold on. She grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter to her, if that was even possible. Her breaths started to come quicker. She said his name and mumbled calls to God as she got closer and closer.
“Like that,” she said, tossing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh my god. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
He didn't stop. He pushed into her, harder and faster, his thumb suddenly stroking her nipple, sending a jolt through her entire body. “Bruno, I’m close.”
She could feel it, the cliff she was about to fall off of. It was close and it was so good, almost there but just slightly unattainable, until she felt his fingers between them, rubbing just where she needed them and she fell apart. Her voice was louder than it should have been, deep in her throat in a way that would hurt for the rest of the night. She clung to him as his thrusts became more erratic. She could feel him getting close but she could barely focus as she rode her own wave.
“Where?” he asked, voice barely more than a grunt. “Liv. Where?”
She just pulled him to her as he continued to move, answering his question without words. Her body was still on fire, still feeling the aftershocks of her release and she wasn’t ready to lose him. She pulled herself as flush against his chest as she could get, until she felt him clench all around her.
“Olivia,” he said, drawing out the a. It was sexy and uninhibited, triggering another small climax of her own.
His full weight was on her now, as he lazily rocked against her, but just as it began to be too much, Bruno rolled to her side, laying on his back while they both worked to catch their breath. As she came back to herself, Olivia felt like she should say something– anything– to fill the silence, but she was at a loss. The endorphins were starting to fade and she could feel the light tug of regret pulling at the back of her thoughts.
“I promise I won’t make this weird,” Bruno said, as if he’d been reading her mind. “We don’t ever have to talk about it again.”
Olivia couldn’t help the frown that came across her face. “Is that what you want?”
She felt Bruno roll onto his side next to her, but she wasn’t ready to look at him yet.
“I mean…” he started. “No, that’s not really what I want, because that was… but with the squad and… I don’t know. Maybe I should just stop talking.”
Olivia chuckled and turned to face him. “I had fun too.”
Bruno smiled and she watched as his hand tentatively slid across her belly. She put hers on top of it. “Let’s just keep this between us,” she said, unsure of what would happen next. “And I’m sorry to say that you’re going to have to get out of here before my son comes home.”
“Yeah, that would… be a conversation I don’t want to be a part of.”
Olivia laughed and started to get up, but Bruno tightened his grip, pulling her toward him and snuggling up against her.
“Just a couple more minutes.”
“Are you serious right now?” she asked, but she was smiling.
“If this is the only chance I get to sleep with my captain, I want to enjoy it for as long as I can.”
“Okay, you need to get out of my bed,” she said, struggling against him while she laughed. He was surprising, this Terry Bruno.
He pulled her back down and she let out a sigh. “Hey Siri, set a five minute timer.”
Bruno chuckled and she felt it shake through his body.
“Five minutes, Bruno,” she told him in a tone like a mother waking their child up in the morning, “and then you’re packing up some cookies and getting out of here.”
“Fine,” he said, snuggling in a little deeper. “I love cookies.”
Olivia let her eyes fall shut. “Me too.”