"Wow." Damon complained. "So we do need a cake. I suppose there is no way for me to avoid the mall now?" Damon's tone was less bad-ass cop more whinny boyfriend since he knew he was screwed.

Elena grinned. "No chance in hell."

"I fucking knew it. Why is it every time I go with you to the mall I feel like handing over my credit card and heading to the nearest sports bar?" Damon whined.

Elena's eyebrows rose up. "So you don't want to go with me to Victoria's?"

Damon's eyes locked on Elena. "This Victoria wouldn't happen to have a secret would she?"

"She might. I need some new panties. Being 17 now I really should have some underwear that isn't from Wal-Mart." Elena joked.

"You never let me take you anywhere else."

"That's because you make all the money and pay all the bills. I am only 17 once. One more year and I'm officially an adult." She grinned with knowing satisfaction.

"Don't remind me." She had been teasing him for months now about her age and every touch set him ablaze.

I would like to thank my beta (T. J. Wise) for her kick-ass skills and patience with my writing (I'll get better!)