Kane climbed into the Jaguar's passenger seat, the leather cool against his back as Cyrus started the engine with a low purr.
He peeled open the McDonald's bag, and his eyebrows shot up.
Inside were two Egg McMuffins, a stack of hotcakes, hash browns, and coffee.
"How did you—" Kane started, then shook his head.
"Never mind. Thank you for bringing me breakfast, but please don't do it again."
Cyrus's expression shifted, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before settling into careful neutrality.
"You didn't appreciate the gesture?"
"It's not that." Kane unwrapped one of the McMuffins, inhaling the familiar greasy comfort.
"Commander Qi was not happy about it. At all. Something about 'maintaining professional boundaries' and 'civilian interference in Bureau operations.'"
Kane took a bite, savoring the processed cheese.
"He spent ten minutes lecturing me about how my 'personal associations' couldn't disrupt official business."
