“I’m getting a pie to the face if we raise twenty thousand dollars, and I know Adam Lockwood is looking forward to delivering said pie.” Olivia snickers. “What if you don’t raise it all?” “Then I donate the rest of the money and get a pie to the face.” “How much do you think I’d have to pay Adam to let me do the honors?” I grin down at her, tugging her closer. “C’mon, pip-squeak.”
