“I obviously love you. It’s the only reason I still put up with you.” I retort cheekily, and Arrick slaps my butt, making me jump before slapping him back softly in the peck.

“Loves me enough to become a Carrero… Guess that says it all.” The way he says it hints at the stress he is having with his father right now, and I sink to prop my chin on my hand on top of his chest. It wasn’t a funny remark but more of a hint of sarcasm or veiled upset.

“What’s wrong with ...