"I thought it might be," I said, chuckling softly as I pat the steaks dry and seasoned them. I could hear the slight edge in his voice, and was unsurprised when he reached for me, his hand at my hip, his nose pressed into the back of my neck.

"No we won't, on account of no one ever finding out about that," I countered, gently nudging my head back against his, since my hands were busy.