Amusement filled his gaze at my moody expression. I narrowed my eyes further. “Since all your other women must have been too scared to inform you, I will. There’s an unwritten rule—nobody starts the blender until the sun rises, and even then, if it’s not margaritas, other conditions apply. Like green, Christian. Liquids should never be green.” “You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, malyshka.”
