“This was your plan all along? To get me naked?” “Yes, Cooper. I broke into an animal shelter, stole a puppy, placed it in a perilous situation, swam out to rescue it myself—so as to not raise your suspicions that it was I, in fact, who trapped the dog on the jetty—then telepathically ordered the dog to scratch you up. All so I could see your perfect pecs.” She finishes with a snort. “Extreme actions,” I agree. “But I get it. My pecs are perfect. They’re transcendent.”
