“You have entirely too many buttons,” Callie declared solemnly, her nimble fingers immediately going to the knot of his silk tie.
“Callie, what are you doing?” Greyson choked out, his eyes wide and panicked as he looked over her head at us. “Nathaniel, assist me.”
“I believe this is a crucial bonding exercise, Greyson,” Nate replied smoothly, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat, making absolutely no move to help. “I wouldn’t want to interfere with her natural process.”
“Penguins don’t wear ties,” Callie muttered, intensely focused on her task. She yanked the silk fabric, accidentally pulling the knot tighter before giving up and trying to unbutton his collar instead. “They have built-in tuxedos. You’re a very tense bird. You need to relax.”
“I’m perfectly relaxed,” Greyson l
