“I want another ten.” He grins. “Well, best be finding some other ovens to bake those in, because this one ain’t it,” I fire back while gesturing to my stomach. “Never say never, babe.” “NEVER. I’m saying never, Grayson Monroe.” “Sorry. Can’t hear you. Too busy listening to how someone was raiding my ice cream stash. I hope you left some for me, sweetheart.”
