9
Dasia
“So, what do you want to do for your birthday next weekend?”
I lifted my head from the plate of lasagna in front of me to meet Pia’s smile. “I honestly hadn’t thought about it.” Well, I had thought about the whole being legal thing and what that could possibly bring about between me and Devil, but I hadn’t considered the actual day.
“Want me to make you a cake?”
“Brownies would be nice,” I said with a grin.
“You and your brownies,” Ryker said, shaking his head without a lick of humor on his face. God knew he hated whenever Devil showed up at the office with a bag of them for me.
“You ought to try one,” I told him. “Chocolate can do wonders for one’s disposition.”
Pia snorted, and I chuckled as Ryker raised an eyebrow my way.
“Hey.” I shrugged. “Works for PMS, figured it wo
