Max lifted up on tiptoes and kissed Zander’s cheek before whispering into his ear, “Thank you.” Zander gave his thousand-watt smile, the one that meant Max had just made him ridiculously happy. Max liked seeing it, liked making Zander happy after all the man had done for him. There was just one problem. “I know I just made you happy, but whatever you have on your mental list to buy me—delete it. Now.” “Maaaaaax.” “Don’t whine at me. You don’t need to reward me every time I please you.” “I’m sure we can negotiate this.” “No.” “Max, I just want to—” “No.”
