“Okay?” “You’re just…” He waves a hand down my chest. “God, I swear I’m never this awkward. Matter of fact, I’m—” “Spit it out, Garcia.” I tap my foot impatiently. “Hot.” He clenches his jaw again. “You’re hot and you’re wearing that, Jos. I just needed to get that off my chest. I’m not trying to make it weird, but you’ve got nice—”
