“I’m about to cut the shit, Ginger. Judging by what happened in Vegas, I’d say we like each other a little more than we let on.” Ginger’s cheeks start to turn a shade of the lightest pink under her golden skin. She’s flustered, and I like that it’s me making her that way. “Don’t go puffing your chest, loverboy. You can be friends with someone and find them…attractive. I don’t gush about you to her. I tell her where I am when I come over. You know, in case anything ever happens. Like you snap and turn me into a lamp shade.”
