Rubbing his biceps, I said, "She'll do all the talking if given a chance."
He scowled. "She's a teenage girl. Why would I give her a chance to talk my ear off?"
I pushed onto my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Because I'll owe you one."
"You're up to something." He eyed me warily for a moment; then pressed a hard kiss to my lips with a growl. "So we'll leave it open and say you owe me more than one. Quantity to be determined."
I nodded. Cary rocked back on his heels and twirled one index finger around another in a sign meaning wrapped around your finger.
Only fair, I thought, since he was wrapped around my heart.
I was surprised when James accepted the keys to the Bentley SUV from one of the valets. "You drove? Where's Mughal?"
"Day off." He nuzzled against my temple. "I missed you, Emmy."
I settled into the front passenger seat, and he shut the door behind me.
