find somewhere to prop your leg up, and I’ll give you a ride home when we’re finished.” Your shoulders would make a great place for my legs, I think. “I beg your pardon?” he says, his jaw open in surprise. Do not tell me I said that out loud. “What?” “Did you say something about my shoulders?” Oh shit. This man really is messing with my head. “Soldier!” I scramble to recover. “I think I can be a brave soldier. That’s what I said. And I could murder a drink.”
