““I’m not in the mood to fight,” Jack said. “I want to eat my dinner and then get that back rub you promised me. After that? I’m exhausted, honey. I just want to snuggle up with you and sleep.” “Well, I can live with that,” Ivy said. “Eat your dinner and I’ll rub you until you’re putty in my hands.” “Oh, Ivy, I’ve been putty in your hands since the moment we met. The back rub will merely be a nice addition to what is already a better day because I got to spend some time with you.””
