He found her in the kitchen with a plate full of cookies and a jug of milk. Insomnia? Nightmare? All he knew was those brown eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed a mild pink, and she ducked her head and fixed her gaze intently on chocolate chip.
He hid his surprise under a smug smirk. “Cat got your tongue, kitten?”
She snorted. “It’s Kitty.”
Both eyebrows up. He helped himself to a glass of milk while she pretended he wasn’t so close. “John,” he offered.
She looked up and smiled.
He drained the glass. “Thanks, kitten.”