He kissed her back, his hand resting on her jaw. "If you don't let me catch a shark, however," he murmured against her lips, pulling away slightly, "then we may have to revisit that agreement."
She shook her head. "Nuh uh. As queen of the relationship, I announce you can't catch a shark or revisit that statement."
The chick tried to escape his lap and Jack looked down and caught it. "Okay buddy. Back in the coop for you."
He grinned at her, kissing her cheek. "It makes my chores better too," he replied quietly. "Thank you for doing them with me."