“Someone’s coming.” “That someone better not be you,” Kieran tutted. “Last time you came, it ended in an unwanted pregnancy, a runaway groom, and a small-town scandal.” “You’re being a prude.” “No. I’m being a bitter old hag,” Kieran corrected primly. “If I’m not getting some, neither should you. We need to start a Hot Sexless People club. We’ll be the founding members. We’ll have bingo nights—” “We’re abstinent, not eighty.” “Fuck that, Dyl. You and I both know bingo is a badass activity, and once you sit down for it, it’s the bomb.”
