“I thought the only thing Cassie hated more than me was being exposed to what we eat,” I said, honestly. “She is unlikely to chair the Reginald Cleaves Fan Club anytime soon,” he acknowledged with a wry grin. “But she’s coming around to the idea of what we eat. Which is good timing, given what we have planned.” His grin was so brilliant it made my chest ache. “Wow. So you’re going through with it? You’re going to turn her?” He nodded. “She beat me to it and asked before I did.”
