“Bailey, don’t let men take advantage of you and expect nothing in return,” I grumble. She leans back a little, taken aback by the abrupt change in my demeanor, no doubt. “Is that what you did, Beau? Take advantage of me? Sure didn’t feel like it. Felt like I asked you for something and you gave it. And then we high-fived and parted ways.” “We didn’t high-five.” “If I’d been able to move, I’d have high-fived you.” “Good god, Bailey.”
