“Why don’t you remember those days, sweetheart?” She gives a small shrug. “I don’t remember much from my childhood. Maybe it’s my epilepsy, or the bad memories outweigh the good.” “That’s my line,” I say, adjusting my arm beneath her head. She frowns. “I know, handsome.” Her fingers pinch my chin while she runs her thumb over my stubble. “I’m sorry for being a little mastermind and using you as my lab rat for three months straight.”
