Chapter Three
I hum to myself as I push through the door to our office.
"I brought you hot chocolate," I say to Pippa, setting down the takeaway cup on her desk. "Just the way you like it with whipped cream and marshmallows."
The cupid narrows her eyes at me. "But you said that was how children drink it."
"It is," I agree. "But that's how you like it, so that's how you get it."
"You're in a good mood."
"I am."
"Don't think I don't know why." She looks me up and down. I'm not sure what she's looking for, or if she sees it, but there's nothing different about me physically. At least not that I can see.
"We'd be doing it wrong if you didn't."
She snorts. "There is no way to do it wrong."
"That's what you think."
"Promise me you won't tell me what kind of kinks harpies are into. Or
