“Mac and cheese and pigs in a blanket with white fuckin' wine," he stated through his smile. "Is this duchess food?”

“I looked into his clear, gray determined eyes."Max-""I got in," he declared and he could say that again."Max-""I'm in, Duchess, you think for a second I'm gonna let you push me out?""Um...""I'm not.""Max-"His hands started roaming and he stated, "No fuckin' way.”

“He looked at my mouth then he looked in my eyes then his arm and hand gave me a squeeze before he stated, “Now, I think she finally fuckin’ gets me.”

“You’re the fuckin’ shit, Tabby.”“I know,” I told him airily on another smile. “My man tells me that all the time.”His eyes dropped to my mouth and his lips ordered, “Kiss me, baby.”

“But it’s mine,” he whispered against my cheek and then his mouth moved to my ear. “All, fuckin’, mine.”

“Jesus," he muttered, dropping his head."What?"He looked back at me. "Duchess, you can argue about anything.""No I can't.""So, now you're arguin' about not arguing?"I decided to be quiet.”

“Shut it, Duchess”