He shook his head. “We can pack this party bus up right now and leave. You have my word. I’ll tell Ophelia where she can shove her spotted dick.” I let out a blustering laugh. “You know that’s a pudding, right? She’s not some kind of lizard person. Do lizards even have dicks? If a lizard is spotted, is the dick spotted, too?” Miles beamed. “There’s my girl. Welcome back, Annie.” I looked down at the slick tile we were kneeling on. “I’m sorry.” “Hey, now—” He tipped my chin up with a crooked finger. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
