"Yeah, I'll get right on making you a soy mocha nonfat caramel whatever the hell ever," he said, rolling his eyes at her. "Do you get sequins in those drinks?"

Yep, if she was touching the hair, he was going after the sequins.

"No. No they do not. No one needs to have a return of that, Henley. I worked hard to overcome that look, and you will spare me McKinney never shutting up about it," he said, almost as if it was a command. Then he blinked at her, all puppy dog eyes. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

He wasn't great at puppy dog eyes, dammit.