He rested his hands on my shoulders, his big body towering over mine, and leaned down and sniffed me. “You are so weird. But then, I knew that from the time you had a girl gyrate on your lap in between bites of your steak.” My words came out off-handed, even though the truth was no matter how glib both of us sounded, something dark and dangerous seemed to float in the air between us. “You smell like the lake bottom. A little more dead-fish than I’m used to from girls who are sleeping in my bed.”
