“Is that your way of saying you wouldn’t invite me to your home? Where is it again? Norway?” Close. “Not a chance in hell, Marx,” I replied with a chuckle. “You’re cute, but you’re also a mercenary. And I’m getting the impression you aren’t always a tech bunny.” I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. His answering smile was pure innocence. “You think I’m cute. Not the best adjective, but I’ll take it for now.” He was teasing, and it was exactly the lighthearted mood I needed. “My bad,” I apologized, smiling. “But bunnies are cute.”
