“Yeah, green just isn’t my color. Now, maybe if kale was purple . . .”
“You know you can get purple kale, right?” he asked.
“What? No!” She stared at him in shock. “Darn it.”
“And you can’t just eat purple food.”
“Well, I don’t want to eat purple kale, now purple Pop-Tarts on the other hand are delicious.”
“Girl, you need to cut down on the Pop-Tarts.”
She gasped. “Now, you’re just being mean.”
“You need to eat your breakfast if you want to be a good girl and get good girl rewards.”
“What we talking about here? Like cupcakes? Chocolate?”
“I was thinking orgasms.”
“Orgasms are nice. I like orgasms.”
Warmth filled his eyes. “Good. Me too. Now, open. I won’t ask again. And I’m not doing the choo-choo train.”
“That’s a huge disappointment.”
“I’m sure you’ll recover,” he replied dryly.
She pretended to think about that. “I don’t know. The choo-choo train is a pretty big deal. I mean . . . that might scar me for life, and it would make it a lot easier for me to eat your demon food.”
“Demon food?”
“Yep, that stuff could only be created by someone with a fiendish mind. They’ve taken something delicious like chips and then they’ve twisted it into something healthy. Chips were perfect the way they were . . . when they were made by potatoes. And potatoes are healthy. They’re a vegetable.”
“Girl.”
“Yep?
“Choo-choo.”
She grinned, then she giggled before groaning as her chest protested.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, just a bit sore.”
“Where?” he asked, sounding alarmed.
“All over. My back and chest mainly.”
“I’ll give you a massage when we get out of here. And a hot tub will help with your aches and pains.”
Hot tub.
Water.
“I don’t . . . I don’t . . .” What was wrong with her? Why was she shaking like this? She couldn’t even remember drowning and here she was, trembling like a leaf and feeling like she was going to puke.
“Maeve! Girl. Calm down. Look at me.” His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. “Look at me. You are fine. Nothing is going to happen to you. Understand?”