“Say what you’re thinking, heartbreaker,” Dex prompted with the nickname he used on and off with me. I didn’t know why it struck such a cord with me sometimes. I wanted to hear it but hated to at the same time. “You use that nickname like a term of endearment when back in the lilac garden…” “You broke my heart?” He smiled softly like he was willing to offer information this morning. “It is a term of endearment now, I guess. You’re the only woman who’s been able to do it. If anything, it’s a compliment now, not a slight. I’m giving you credit for that.” “I’m not sure I want the credit, Dex.”
