“Hey, Jenna Bear.” Someone snickers behind me. I’m going to pay for this in spades later. Worth it. Jenna peeks over my shoulder. “Finn? Why is everyone in this kitchen staring at us?” “Ignore them. I’m kind of a celebrity around here.” Cue the forehead kiss. And the kitchen erupts. “I told you he’d go for it the second she ever came to visit—” “But you also bet he’d do it ten seconds in—I bet a minute fifty—”
