"We got out. I glanced at Daniel. He sighed. "Go on." "You sound like you're giving a five-year old permission to play with an unsuitable friend." "If the shoe fits..." I flipped off. "Watch it or I won't marry you," he said. "Truck or no truck." I laughed and jogged over to Rafe. "Did he just say..." Rafe began. "Yes. And don't ask"