"Peanut butter, or turkey?" "Turkey. Soft on the mayo, extra mustard." Rick lifted an eyebrow at her. "Do I look like a cook?" "You do until Vilseau comes back. Because anything beyond microwave pizza is your territory, sweetheart." With a grin he began slathering mustard on one of the slices of bread. "Wonderful. So now I have to negotiate a multimillion-dollar deal and cook? Do you want tomatoes?" "Hell, yes, my darlin'." "Ahem. Innocent bystander trying not to barf over here." Stoney waved a hand at them from the doorway. "What's the gig?" "Food first. Do you want Rick to make you a sandwich?" "Hey," Rick protested."