Pucking Forbidden Claim
“Oh, you have no idea.”
Kade finally looks up, confused, blinking between me and the cashier. “What?”
I turn back to her, ignoring him. “And for me, I’ll have, hmm, what do you recommend?”
She brightens, tapping a finger against the register. “Oh, well, our BBQ chicken pizza is really good.”
“Perfect,” I say smoothly, leaning in just slightly. “If you say it’s good, I trust you.”
She laughs, biting her lip and Kade’s hand clamps around my wrist. It's not harsh, not rough, just firm.