“Also, hold on.” She props her hands on her hips and frowns up at me. “Really?” She looks … I don’t even know. “What? What did I do? I haven’t even seen you.” She shakes her head and points at my head, where I’m wearing a hat. “Blake, you’re in a backward baseball hat.” “Is that a crime? If so, handcuff me, sugar.” I wink at her, and she presses her lips together so she doesn’t burst out laughing.
