“Okay, I get where you’re going with this idea, and I’m liking it, but how ‘bout this? We set it up like this giant slumber party. Dress code is sleepwear. We have drinks, food, and games that are movie-themed. I already checked some things online, and the invitations can be shaped like those sleep masks. We can maybe even give out actual sleep masks as souvenirs, with the date and their names on it. Not sure what the budget allows, but there can be a giant sheet set up as the screen with movies projected on it if you want to go old-school. Karaoke can be involved. Imagine drunken singing. That would be hilarious. I can arrange the music part of things if we agree on this.”

“That’s...” It was an amazing idea. She was genuinely floored. She’d expected Keiran to just stroll in with either zero ideas or some ridiculous plan that she’d have to veto, but this was brilliant. “Sounds like you put a lot of thought into it.” Like he’d actually taken the entire thing seriously. She was a tad peeved she hadn’t thought about the slumber party angle.

Keiran stroked Jello’s fur, back and forth, the movement of those hands hypnotizing. Jello seemed to be enjoying his touch. Damn traitor. “Not really,” Keiran drawled. “It just came to me on the ride over.”

And there went her moment of awe. She should’ve known. “Do you ever take anything seriously? I have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to this, and you, what? Just pull an idea out of your ass?” Albeit a good one, but damn him.

“So much for that truce. Look, I don’t have a fancy board or whatever, but I’ve thought it through. Just because I spent less time doing so doesn’t make my idea inferior. Everyone works differently.”

“Stop making sense. I don’t like it.”

“Well?” Keiran prodded. “We can pull portions from each idea, so everyone wins. I’m not here to just monopolize the entire thing.”

Which had been her plan. She blew out a breath and allowed herself to stop getting worked up over things that were trivial. “It’s a really good idea. I...wow...blanket forts. There could be blanket forts. Can you imagine the entire thing set up as a blanket fort slumber party?” She flapped her hands at the whiteboard. “Write! Put all the ideas down!”

He didn’t move, but his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“What?” Why was he grinning at her like that?

“You excited is a thing to behold. I like it.”

She frowned, and he chuckled, getting to his feet to grab up the whiteboard marker. Jello mewed as if he didn’t like that at all.

“I didn’t see this going like this,” she muttered. He was setting her off-balance again.

“Oh, I know. You expected to just walk all over me, and I’d agree with whatever.” The squeaking of the marker stopped, and Cherisse’s frown deepened as he sank back onto the couch. She didn’t think he’d heard her. “I don’t mind bossy women one bit.” His lips curved into an infuriating smile. “But regardless of whatever, we need to be a team on this. I’ll defer to you where desserts are concerned, obviously, but don’t think you can just do your own thing and not consult me. Eric’s my friend. I get a say on this.”