“So you lied to me,” she said, not sounding upset about it. “I tried lying to you,” I corrected, switching lanes to go around a slow truck, “but you lawyered the shit out of my attempt and made me lean on your heartstrings instead.” “Jerk,” she said with a tease in her voice. “Bleeding heart,” I replied. She coughed a laugh. “Takes one to know one.” “Agree yet again,” I said.
