“You owe me a flashing penis ring.” My gaze goes to the teenage valet to see if he’s overheard. He’s looking away pointedly, so I’m going to assume he did. I blow out a gusty sigh and answer. “Never going to happen.” “You”—Paisley steps closer and pokes my chest—“are just jealous because yours doesn’t light up.” With one eyebrow cocked, I look down at her. “How do you know it doesn’t?” She gasps and takes a step back, her palm pressed dramatically to her chest. “Was that a joke, Mr. Serious?” “I would never joke about phallic light shows.”
