“What’s your favorite color, a chuisle?” I whisper against her lips. “Pink, why?” Her mouth tugs at the corners. “Just Cash getting to know Harlow.” She smiles at that and kisses my jaw. “What’s your favorite animal?” she asks with a hint of giddiness. “A fox. I’d think that would be pretty obvious.” I laugh and give her ass a light slap. “One meal you could eat everyday and never get sick of?” “Mac and cheese with hotdogs.” I raise my eyebrow at her answer.
