Something seemed to click in Tyrone's mind, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he sized her up.

A sinking feeling formed in Sabrina's gut as they locked eyes.

“Give me a kiss and the phone's yours," Tyrone declared smugly.

Sabrina was stunned.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and disdain. “Really, Tyrone? How Low can you go?"

"So, is that a yes or a no?”

Sabrina was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She bore her gaze into him, her eyes fiery and indignant, resembling a feisty, cornered kitten. She felt trapped and helpless

“Have you made up your mind? I've got a hospital to head to." Tyrone pretended to leave.

He walked quickly to the door.

As he was almost out the door, Sabrina called out, “Hold on!"

Tyrone paused, spun to face her, and caught Sabrina's irritated expression. Lifting an eyebrow, he queried, "You're okay with it?"

Gritting her teeth, Sabrina gave a heated nod.

She stood up and walked to Tyrone quickly. Reaching up on her toes, she grasped his face and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Will that do?"

Tyrone glanced at her with a subtle smile. Just as he was about to speak, a child's voice chimed in from the staircase. "Auntie, you kissed Uncle Tyrone first. I want a kiss too."

Sabrina stood still, feeling like a child caught sneaking candy.

Tyrone, noticing her rigid look, grinned even wider and said, “Sorry Jennie, Auntie Sabrina can't give you a kiss; she caught a cold."

Jennie halted and asked with genuine curiosity, "Don't you worry about catching her cold?"

“I'm grown-up; I'm not scared.”

Jennie tilted her head, trying to understand, then simply nodded.

Clearing her voice, Sabrina turned to Tyrone. “Can you give me my phone now, please?"