“Careful with the pies, Mags,” Shawn says. “Don’t let Lacey drop them.” “You and these damn pies,” I answer. “I’m going to smash one in your face if you’re not careful, and they’re not even that good. They have way too much nutmeg.” “Smash away, Lace. If I want something, I tend to get it. And I want those damn pies.” “Yeah?” I run my finger across the whipped cream on top of the smaller dessert, and I hold out my hand. “Prove it.” He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure about that?” “Of course I am.” I wiggle my fingers. “C’mon, honey. Where’s that self-control?”
