Blanche's POV
I could hear Amber playfully swatting Quinton's arm from somewhere nearby. "So what if I spoil her? Honestly, even if it were two Troys, Blanche would totally deserve them."
I could sense Quinton's frustration even without seeing him clearly. "You..."
Amber's voice was unwavering as she met his challenge. "What about me?"
Quinton's voice turned serious as I heard him ask, "Did you ever think the same way?"
Amber was obviously teasing as she stretched out her words. "Yeah, I did. So what are you going to do about it?"
Without another word, I could hear Quinton stride over, and then came the sound of him scooping Amber up, followed by what sounded like playful punishment.
Quinton asked, gruffly, "Still thinking about it?"
I could hear Amber wince but refuse to yield. "Of course I am. Always."
The sounds suggested Quinton had pinned her down onto the couch, his voice dark and serious as he demanded, "So, still thinking about it?"
