“What did you do that for?” Rohan asked while glaring at Diego.
“To save the poor counter from being continually abused by you.”
“It’s dirty.”
Diego snorted. “It’s clean. Just look at it.”
Rohan peeked at the counter before folding his arms across his chest. “All right. What do you want?”
“Your opinion.”
“Huh?”
Diego ignored the bewildered expression on Rohan’s face. “What do you think about our relationship?”
Rohan scratched the back of his head. “The relationship among the three of us?”
Diego rolled his eyes.. “No. The one that involves that donkey, the llama, and the little pony.”
Rohan’s frown grew more intense. “I can do without your sarcasm, babe.”
“Then stop being so obtuse, and yes, I was referring to our relationship. You, Percy, and me.”
Rohan didn’t show any emotions, but his joy and contentment were still obvious through his scent. “It’s wonderful.”
“I think so, too.”
“What’s your point?”