Adam runs his hands down his tired face. “As delusional as he is pretty.” Carter grins. “So you admit it. You think I’m pretty.” “You were okay,” I mutter. “And then you started going gray.” Carter gasps, slapping my hand away when I poke at the silvery strands peppered into all the brown around his temples. “How dare you. Ollie loves my salt-and-pepper sprinkles. She says they make me look distinguished.”
