Her green eyes crinkled with her smile. “Oh, no. I know better than that. Probably that arm you asked Mordred to bring you.” She paused, looking up into his eyes. “He knows about us. Does that bother you?”
He smiled widely. “You know me far too well,” he replied. His brow furrowed for a moment. “Bother me? Why would it bother me?”
“I don’t know.” Summer shrugged a little. “I know better than to poke in the fridge, but I can’t always figure out how you’re going to react to, oh, emotional things. I didn’t know if maybe you wanted to be a secret.”