I glare at Todd, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Dax seething in his chair. But I’m from Brooklyn. I don’t need a man to fight for my honor. “Aww, Todd. That’s none of your concern. And besides, that's just speculation. But if it were true, I’m sure he could keep me coming back more than twice,” I say. Then I lean in to whisper, “And if it were true, I highly doubt he’d cry when we were done, like some others. But that’s just a guess.” I hear Dax snort across the table, trying his hardest not to bust with laughter. Todd looks like he wants to run and hide, and I have to say, I’m
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