"Anytime, Jade," I say, refilling her mug with fresh coffee. "That’s what I'm here for. We're family."
Jade watches the dark liquid fill her cup, a familiar, playful spark returning to her bright blue eyes as she looks up at me over the rim.
"You know," Jade drawls, a wicked, teasing grin slowly spreading across her face. “We really need to publish a cheat book."
I laugh, leaning back against the counter. "A cheat book?"
"Yeah, a field manual," Jade chuckles, waving her hand dramatically through the air. Deciphering the Motorcycle Club Warrior: A Practical Guide for Frustrated Women.
“Chapter One: ‘How to explain tactical patience to a man who thinks every problem can be solved with fifty pounds of high explosives’."
"Chapter Two," I add seamlessly, grinning as I pick up my coffee,
