“Luna’s a good cookie, you know,” I say. “We’re both doing this whole relationship thing for the first time together. I’d say she’s excelling.” “You make it easy for her,” Lo says, and it sounds like genuine praise. My lips lift. “Thanks for the compliment. Should I be expecting the fruit basket soon?” “What’d you say you like? Dried prunes?” Is he trying to give me the runs? “Granny smiths and green grapes, but I could down some prunes. They’ve never done me dirty.”
