“Tanner!” I yell, but it comes out more of a growl. “You rang?” Tanner appears in the entryway. “What happened to there will be no dessert? Hm?” A mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, revealing a glint of amusement in his eyes. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a telltale sign of someone who has been caught red-handed. “Tanner!” “Did I say no dessert? That’s my bad. I meant…no cheesecake. We needed cheesecake.”
