“Stop cleaning, I’ll take care of it later.” “I don’t mind,” she stammered, standing and gathering the glasses. “Are you still hungry? I could make you something.” “What’s going on with you?” I grinned. “I don’t want anything, except for you to sit back down and tell me how you got so good at cheating at board games.” Her lips twitched into a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “For some reason I don’t think the word ‘moulage’ is one you use too often.” “Psh.” She snorted. “I’m just…extremely well read.” “And versed in military jargon.” “Exactly.”
