Page 336 of Playing With Fire

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“You called my office manager for Valentine's Day advice?”

“Relax. She only gave me the name of a florist.”

I cover my face. “She's never going to let me live this down.”

“Probably not.” He sounds entirely too pleased with himself.

I settle against him again. “You know, you didn't have to do all this.”

“I know.”

“I would've been happy with pizza and a movie.”

“Good. Because that's dinner.”

I lift my head. “Really?”

“Pepperoni, extra cheese, and those ridiculous garlic knots you like.”

I turn in his arms. “Hayes Bishop.”

“What?”

“I might actually marry you for those garlic knots.”

He grins. “Making a note of that.”

I laugh and splash a little water at him.

He catches my wrist. “Careful.”

“Or what?” His blue eyes narrow playfully. “Don't start something you can't finish.”

“Oh, please.” I splash him again.

This time, water catches him squarely in the face.

He blinks.

Slowly.

I burst out laughing.

“Becks.”

“What?”

“You're asking for it.”

Before I can escape, he wraps both arms around me and pulls me back against his chest. Water sloshes over the edge.

I squeal.

“Bishop!”