“Then let’s find out if our crazies match,” I tell him, quoting Lilah’s married-life advice. His grin takes up his whole face. “I have no idea what that means, but it sounds a little dirty.” His gaze dips to my shirt, and he quirks an eyebrow. “Feed the beaver?” he asks. “Sure. Why not?” I ask, standing and pulling my shirt off over my head.
