“You should hook up.” Gigi coughs into her hand. “Yeah, not going to happen,” she replies, and I smirk at her when Beck’s not looking. “Seriously, why not?” he insists. “Now that you’ve decided not to ride the Dunne train—” “Don’t refer to yourself as that,” she orders. “—this guy’s the next best thing. Plus you’d have good-looking children.” Beckett pauses in thought. “Colson would shit a brick, though, so… Probably a good call not to drink from that well.”
