“Your daughter has to agree to marry me before you two start planning a wedding,” Talon cuts me off, and I turn to glare at him.
“Don’t encourage her.”
“Why? I did ask you.”
“No, you didn’t,” I deny, then my eyes widen when I remember him asking me after I gave him a blowjob, and he grins like he’s reading my mind. “That didn’t count,” I tell him, hearing Cece laugh as I shake my head.