“Is it the song for me?” I asked. Her eyebrows pulled together, creating a crease between them. “I . . . This wasn’t what I was working on this morning.” Interesting. “Another song?” I grinned. “You weren’t hearing music for two years, and all of a sudden, it’s nonstop.” She cocked an eyebrow, unamused. “Are you going to tell me your dick is magic again?” “Do I need to? I think the evidence speaks for itself.”
