Page 179 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“No.” He shook his head.

“Taurex…” She frowned.

“I have made my decision.”

Terra shook her head.

“You can’t just choose a whole wedding cake after only one bite.”

“I just did.”

She burst out laughing and Taurex found himself laughing along, though he wasn’t quite sure what was funny.

“Fine,” she said at last. “But I get a vote too.”

Taurex sobered instantly.

“Of course you do. I didn’t mean to imply that I would be the only one whose opinion counts. You should have an equal say.”

Something about what he said seemed to make her pause. She looked at him uncertainly.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course,” Taurex said. He gestured toward the lemon raspberry cake. “Do you genuinely like this one?”

She nodded.

“Yes. It’s really good.”

He frowned.

“Are you sure you’re not just agreeing because I chose it?”

“No, I genuinely like it. I promise,” she said.

Taurex nodded.

“Then it is suitable.”

Terra’s brows drew together.

“You really do care what cake I want.”

“Why would I not?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know.” She looked down at the plate. “It’s just…Jackson didn’t. When we got married, we didn’t have much of a ceremony, but we did have cake. I wanted lemon cake, but he said nobody liked lemon and picked vanilla because that was what he wanted.” She shrugged. “His mother agreed with him, so that was the end of it.”

Taurex stared at the little slice between them.

“You wanted lemon and he knew that, but he deliberately chose something else?”

Terra gave him a wry smile.

“It was no big deal—it was just cake.”

Taurex frowned.

“If it mattered to you, then it was a big deal. It sounds to me like your ex-mate never put your happiness before his own.”