“When did this”—Gray waves his index finger between Daniel and me—“become official? Exact date would be great.” I stare at them, amused. “Why?” “We’re big fans. We’ve been shipping Janny since day one.” Angel grins. “Janny?” I smile a little at that but cringe too. “Don’t ever call us that.” “I kind of like it,” Daniel says happily and slips his hand under my shirt, stroking my back. “Janny…Janny…Janny…” he says over and over again in different tones as if that’ll somehow make it sound better.
