Grayson pouted heavily, his lower lip sticking out like a moody child who had just been told he couldn't have dessert. "What rules?" he grumbled flatly.
Mailah began ticking the rules off on her small fingers.
"Rule number one: You are no longer allowed to threaten service workers. That includes florists, baristas, taxi drivers, and the poor delivery man who brought your shoes yesterday."
Grayson grunted in protest. "The delivery man stepped on the driveway flowers! He lacked respect!"
"Rule number two," Mailah continued, ignoring his outburst. "You are not allowed to buy public property on an impulse. You cannot buy mountain cliffs, shoe stores, or city bakeries just because we had a nice time there."
"It was an investment!" Grayson argued loudly.
"Rule number three," Mailah said, poking his broad chest gently. "You must stop picking fights with Chloe over cookies, and you are not allowed to cut off her Wi-Fi."
