He may not know how to bake a cake, or anything for that matter, but he had the confidence of someone who knew what he was doing. Or someone who always had a backup plan for his backup plans. Ugh. The worst kind of paranoid and cockiness, because it was near impossible to get a straight answer out of them.

"What happened to 'come back in a thousand years'?" Elena said, with an equally playful but not really flirtatious smile. Because God forbid he called her jailbait again.

She thought for a moment. "How about a star?"