I latched onto the lighter mood. “Will you be my eyes when I’m not around?” “Your eyes?” “Yeah. My wing-woman.” Her cheeks pinkened as she swiped a smear of flour off her cheekbone. The action only added more flour. “Nope. Sorry. My loyalty lies with Tara.” “Bet I can win you over.” “I can’t be won. It’s called integrity.” The side-eyed grin she sent me was as dangerous as it was charming. “Hmm.” I leaned forward on my forearms, staring at her as she sealed the dough pouches and popped them in a pan, one by one. “A challenge.”
