What red-blooded man wouldn't want a gorgeous redhead to cook breakfast for him? Especially if the girl was captive?<br/><br/>"The ice box is stocked. The network takes good care of its operatives," Frank said casually, as if this was all quite normal.<br/><br/>He narrowed his eyes at her. "YOU wanna cook? Well, I guess it beats being chained up."<br/><br/>Frank almost told her about his dream. But he relented.<br/><br/>But he could really use a Camel. Frank tried quitting the cigarettes several times but it never lasted long.<br/><br/>He didn't want to smoke in front of her anymore. He hadn't really treated her like a lady, but like he said, she was less a woman than a mark. Unfortunately.<br/><br/>But how long he could keep the Camels in their pack was anyone's guess.<br/><br/>"You wanna cook? Then cook. I'll keep a close eye on ya. Kitchens have knives. We'll see how much I choose to talk."<br/><br/>Another wink as he sipped his black java.