Zayden's eyes crinkled with a smile as he bit into another cookie. It was truly delicious; Margaret made the nicest cookies indeed.
"Right?" Angela replied, her happiness evident as she savored another bite. "Since you like them, she should make them every time. I could bring some for you."
Zayden chuckled, shaking his head. "It's uncouth for a lady to bring food for her bodyguard. I might get sacked right away," he teased, shrugging with a mock seriousness.
Angela's lips formed an "O" of surprise. "My bad. I didn't know." She took a bite of a square-shaped cookie, its sweet scent wafting through the air. "But I could sneak into your room at night or something." She shrugged, completely unaware of the implications of her words. Suddenly, Zayden went quiet, and when Angela looked up, she found him smiling, an intense amusement gleaming in his eyes.
