I press a kiss to the top of her head, just because I can. “Let’s eat chips and guac and figure out our next move.” “Are you gonna date me?” she asks with a little smile. “Mmm,” I hum. “Yeah. I’ll probably have to date you.” “Are you gonna feed me food out of your secret fourth drawer?” Crap. I forgot that she saw that. “That’s for emergencies only,” I say, my voice gruff. “Now pass the chips, Junipaide.”
