“Happy chance,” Park sighed into Cooper’s hair. “What?” “Nothing,” Park said. “An old line I’ve developed new appreciation for. Perhaps I’ll pull it up and read it to you sometime during one of our daily power couple check-ins on hopes, dreams and aspirations.” “Daily?” Cooper muttered. “I said best friend, not your fucking fairy godmother. Weekly, maybe.” He rested his head on Park’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, and sighed. “Every other day, at most.”
