“Morning, Blondie.” “Blondie?” I dragged my feet across the floor, pressing a kiss to his lips. “No.” “No what?” “No ‘Blondie.’ That nickname sucks. Think of a new one.” “Um, Sugar Buns?” “Oooh, it has a nice ring. What the hell, Jack? Did you buy out the store?” He smiled, pulling out a bag of grain-free dog food and placing it on the floor of the pantry. He ripped open a produce bag, placing some tomatoes in a colander. “Mostly stuff for tonight.” “We’re still doing that then?” I joked. “Yes, honey, that’s still happening. Should I wear just jeans or what?” I let out a laugh. “Are you fucking serious? First Gemma, now you?” “She asked you what to wear?” “Yeah,”
