"No. But being shot multiple times, beaten, cut and barely getting any sleep? Just because we had a few really good hours of shut eye that doesn't mean you've recovered, Matt." For once, Kate sounded deadly-serious about something. Because, honestly, those hours of sleep had done wonders for them both, but they probably needed an actual bed and a good night's sleep. Hell, Matt's face might not been as swollen as it was a few hours ago, but he still had some nasty bruises.

What was he going to tell his girlfriend about them?

"I think you do enough excercise to make sure you don't get any extra weight." And even though Kate's old coaches would have teared their hair off if they saw how Kate eats these days, between her metabolism and her strict routine of jumping over rooftops? That was sure keeping those extra-calories at bay.

With the burgers now on the grill and the bacon fried, the scents of their breakfast starter filling the room. "Delicious sodium," she corrected as Lucky pressed his paws to Matt's hips, trying to reach the bag of treats. Kate cut the bread into thick slices. "Oh, that's hard to pick. I really liked the stew-ish ones. Or sausage casseroles! The gravy really does the trick."