That single word sent a cascade of happy warmth flowing from my head to my toes. Still, I couldn't help but tease him. "But that's so unfair."
"How so?"
"Technically, I'm a person, not a thing, so I'm awho, not awhat, which means there was no way I could've guessed." I snickered. "So you're totally cheating."
"Alright," he said with an indulgent smile. "You wanna hearwhois awesome?"
I gave a decisive shake of my head. "Nope."
His brow wrinkled. "Nope?"
"I want tosaywho's awesome." I beamed up at him. "You." My voice softened in the night. "You really are.And thanks for this, by the way. I'm having a really great time."
He grinned. "It's the duffle. Am I right?"
"Actually," I said with another snicker, "I'm pretty sure it's the scarf." I reached up with my free hand and gathered up both ends of the festive red neck covering. I gave it a playful tug and stood on my tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his lips.
When I pulled back, Drake said with a chuckle, "You know it's yours, right?"
I didn't get it. "Sorry, what?"
"The scarf," he said. "It's yours. I was waiting for you to notice."
I cocked my head to the side. "But…it'snotmine."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Sure, it is."
"No," I insisted. "It's not. Why do you think itis?"
Now, he was looking a little disturbed. "After you left the other day, it was lying in the entryway where you'd parked the stroller." He frowned. "I figured it fell out of the storage area."
I knew what he was referring to – the mesh storage compartment beneath the covered carriage. But that still didn't make the scarf mine. I shook my head. "Sorry, but I don't even own a red scarf."
He studied my face. "No kidding?"
And then, it hit me. "Oh, my God," I laughed. "I think that's Lexie's."
But Drake wasn't laughing. "Your cousin's?"
"Um, yeah, actually. The other day she was asking if I'd seen her red scarf, but I hadn't." I reached up to cover my mouth, but my laughter escaped through my fingers. "Well not until now."
I watched with unbridled amusement as Drake removed the scarf like it might bite him on the neck if he didn’t.
Trying not to laughtoohard, I asked, "You didn't sleep with it, did you?"
"Not yet," he said with a teasing grimace as he thrust the scarf in my direction.
I made no move to take it. "Oh," I laughed. "So you wantmeto wear it?"
"Betteryouthan me."
For all kinds of reasons, I couldn't stop smiling. "So why did you wear it in the first place?"
"It reminded me of you," he said. "And I thought it would be funny."
I gave a snort of amusement. "Well, it's definitely that." Finally, I took the scarf off his hands and looped it around the back of my own neck.
"Speak for yourself," Drake said in a good-natured sort of way before grumbling, "Good thing she didn't leave her underwear."
