The waitress—bless her—quickly retreated to the kitchen, hiding a smile behind her order pad. Kaelen set down his mug with a controlled clink . “You’re enjoying this.”
Kian snorted so loud the guy at the counter turned around. “No, it doesn’t. You just asked a sixty-year-old nonna for a smooch.” k two teasing tongues 35 (part a)
Kaelen stared at the phone. Then at Kian. Then back at the phone. k two teasing tongues 35 (part a)
That grin meant trouble.
“Functional.”