~Jennie's~

“Touch that cake, Reo, and I’m filing for joint custody of the frosting.”

I say it with a straight face, even though I’m barely holding back laughter.

Reo freezes. One brow is raised, while his hand hovers just above the silver platter like he’s Indiana Jones about to lift a treasure off its pedestal. “You wouldn’t dare, O’Neal.”

I blink slow. “Try me.”

We’re both standing in the middle of the dining room, in pajamas, barefoot. Blue’s still snoring two doors down, and the morning sun’s pouring through the tall glass windows like we’re in some rich people commercial. There’s only one thing on the table that matters right...