“Did you decide between cobalt blue and cerulean paint?” Wrapping my arms around her, I nuzzled her cheek. “Why is it that these women think I am the one who should be asked these questions?” Prisca’s entire body shook. And a strange snorting sound left her throat. “What did you do?” I nipped her ear and turned her in my arms. “I may or may not have told everyone you truly enjoy making such important decisions.” “You. Did. What?”
