“I’m going to kick you,” she threatened, laughing. “I would always rather have you than Jarvis; I can’t coax Jarvis into giving me kisses, grease-smeared and bare-shouldered and completely sexy, if I get something right. I don’t know how fast a learner I’ll be, though.” She sipped her drink. “Please teach me about cars, Tony,” she wheedled, matching his innocent look.“How terrifying,” he drawled in response to the threat. “Threatening people isn’t a good way to get their help,” he pointed out primly, mock-offended, though he added with feigned reluctance, “but I suppose you do present a good case.” His smile won out again. “I would be delighted to teach you. We both have the patience of a hyperactive corgi, so it should be fun.”
“Well, then, stop insinuating Jarvis and I have anything to be jealous of,” she teased. “It would be miserable if — ” Summer stopped short, suddenly thinking of Dummy, then continued, “if he didn’t like me.” Dinner arrived then, and she fell silent, feeling overwhelmed once again by the high class of the restaurant. When the server had gone, she reached a hand across the table to Tony. “Thank you, Tony. I love you.”