I slip my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. “Do you keep your name from them too, or am I special?” She laughs, and it tugs me in like a scarf around my neck. “You’re a man, honey. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about any of you.” Grinning, I step closer, and the space between us hums like a string being plucked until it vibrates a deep, dark note. “Sounds like you haven’t met the right man.” She smiles back, and her eyes dance with mirth. “Sounds like something the wrong man would say.”
