“Why did you carry my purse this morning?” I glanced down at her as she slid her sunglasses on. “In addition to being perfectly secure in my manhood—should you need an emergency tampon run, I’m your man—I was making sure the world knows who’s the boss.” She pursed her lips, but they fought back, curving ever so slightly. “Do you ever do anything without an ulterior motive?” “I like to think of it as multi-tasking.”
