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Opening the freezer, Easy smiled. God bless the Rixeys_ ice-cream addiction. There were so many containers, it seemed entirely plausible that they__ robbed an ice-cream delivery truck. He sorted through the tubs until he found a container of chocolate. Bingo. Next, he grabbed the milk from the fridge. And then he opened a bunch of cabinets until he found a blender at the back of one of them. The layer of dust on its surfaces told of how long it had gone unused. He rinsed and wiped it off, then brought the detachable pitcher to the other counter, where the ice cream lay waiting. Shane__ expression was two seconds away from amused. __ot a word, McCallan._ He held up his hands and shook his head, but he couldn__ hold back the smile. Fucker. Scoop, scoop, scoop, milk. Lid on, Easy placed the container on the blender and hit mix. Two minutes later, he had something approximating a very thick milk shake. He spooned it into a glass, then gathered the bagel and soup. Next he built his sandwich, sneaking pieces of beef and cheese as he worked. __amn, that looks good,_ Shane said, pushing off the stool and grabbing a plate for himself. __hink I__l make some food for me and Sara, too._ Easy suddenly felt less self-conscious with Shane making food for his woman, too. Whoa. He froze with a piece of rye bread in his hand. Jenna was not his woman. But maybe she could be. Slapping the bread on top of the lettuce, Easy__ thoughts spun__e came up with lots of reasons why it probably wasn__ a good idea, but that didn__ make him want it any less. Mid-sandwich-making, Shane spoke in low, even tones. __e don__ have to do that thing where I tell you to handle Jenna with care if you__e thinking of starting something with her, do we?_ For. Fuck. Sake. Not that Easy was particularly surprised by the question. Hadn__ he been half expecting it? And, his brain noted with interest, it wasn__ a warning off. __ope._ __ didn__ think so,_ Shane said in that same casual, even tone. __ see how protective you are of her, Easy, and I__ glad for that. I know you__l treat her right, so I__ not saying a thing about it, except handle with care._ Nodding, Easy concentrated on making the floor stand still under his feet. __ like her, Shane,_ he finally said, echoing the conversation he and Shane had had a few nights ago about Shane__ growing feelings for Sara. And, well, hi, how ya doin_, Mr. Hypocrite, Easy had told Shane he had to come clean with the team. Despite the fact that Easy hadn__ done so himself. Still. __eah,_ Shane said, clapping him on the back of the neck and squeezing. __ know._ Wow.From the thin cabinet next to the oven Easy retrieved a baking sheet to use as a tray. Improvisation he could do. He loaded it down with everything he thought they__ need, lifted it into his arms and then he was all about getting back to Jenna.