“I blame you,” I sigh. “I can’t seem to get back into PA mode, no matter how hard I try; she evades me.”  

“I broke you,” he grins. “As much as I love PA Emma, I think I prefer this version of you, Bambina. PA Emma can retire if she likes.”  

“Not likely. But maybe a little break for now. Which version would I be now?” I giggle at him, my fingers tracing his open collar and stopping on the top button to play with it, his chin against my forehead as we ...