““Royce Davenport, turn around and look at me,” Pandora demands. I pick up Lav and hold her up beside my face. “Would we lie to you?” Pandora bites her lip and shakes her head. “You’re not allowed to use her cuteness to get out of trouble. Come to Mama, little one.” She takes Lavender, and then I scoop the both of them in my arms and walk toward the door. “Tell you what, why don’t we let your parents watch little Lav tonight, and you and me have some alone time? You know, see what happens.” Pandora rolls her eyes, but I know she’s thinking about it.””
