“Who wants dessert?” She asked cheerily, looking at me. “I made chocolate peanut butter pie.” “Good God, woman,” Parker groaned, leaning back in his chair, and making a show of loosening his belt. “Marry me. We can go to the courthouse right now.” Reyna giggled and stood up to start clearing the plates. “Thanks, but I’m already spoken for.” She winked at me and walked into the kitchen. “Hmm,” Parker smirked, staring right at me. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”
