“You’re a man of many words.” Is that a smile? It’s small and barely there at all, but I swear his lips twitch. “What do you want me to say? That I had the time of my life and wept at the closing ceremony because it was over? I wish that’d been the case.” I get the hint of mirth in his voice and run miles with it. “Yes, please. And then you can tell me about how you took all the flyers from the conference and made a shrine for them in your bedroom.” “Damn, you caught me.”
