“He was practically throwing himself at me in the elevator. I think we’re fine in that department.” “I’m pretty sure he was going for your bottles. They look a lot like his.” “You’re not going to get over the beers, are you?” “No.” “Okay.” Monty claps his hands together. “This is going to be interesting.” “Do you smoke?” That voice of hers suggests she might. “No, but it seems you might drive me to if this is how the rest of the summer is going to go.”
