“Yes.” She rolls her eyes, but her smile stays fixed between her rosy cheeks. “Does that intimidate you? That I’m smarter than you?” Her mouth twitches. “Honestly? A little.” Aspen narrows her gaze at me, assessing. “I won’t apologize.” “I’d never expect you to.” We grin at each other, the air between us buzzing with the joy of good conversation, delicious food, and great wine. I don’t remember the last time I felt this at ease. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever—
YOUVE TALKED TO HER TWICE BROTHER.TWICE. What is thiz dialoue??!??!?
