“That can be arranged, especially if you keep promising me after-game treats. Consolation or celebration, I’m up for them anytime.” Her laugh came out as a tight stutter. “That could be interpreted as a little dirty.” I’d hire a damn skywriter if that’s what it took. “If it still needs interpretation, maybe I should be a bit clearer.” I ran my finger under her chin. Her gaze lifted away from the box to meet mine. “Clearer?”
