Sally grinned. “Well…” she began.
“Sally,” Costin’s voice was warning.
“He’s bossy. He’s possessive. He’s a tad clingy. He says inappropriate things just to see me blush…”
“She adores all of those qualities, Mrs. Morgan,” Costin interrupted. “Just yesterday she was telling me how she loved it when I ordered—”
Sally jumped forward and slammed her hand over his mouth. “If you ever want to go there again, do not finish that sentence. So help me, Costin, I will go all Jen on your dimpled ass.”
“My ass isn’t dimpled, beautiful.”
“Not the point, my love.”
“You two are just too cute,” her mom said with a beaming smile.
Well, at least her parents didn’t want to pack him up and send him back. That was something, right?
Cindy Morgan watched as Costin helped her daughter from the car. She wa
