I look up at him over my shoulder. “You’re bipolar. Right? That’s the root cause of all your mystifying behavior. Bipolar disorder.” “No.” “Too bad. If you’d said yes, I would’ve been nicer to you.” “Why’s that?” “Because mental health problems aren’t a choice. You, on the other hand, are deliberately an asshole.” His smile is so bright, it’s almost blinding. “You bring out the best in me, lass.”
