“Are you blaming this on me?” Dex asked. “Entirely. If you hadn’t moved in with your grumpy scowl and tight T-shirt, we all might have been spared tonight.” “Don’t make me give you a lecture on how a man’s clothes are not to blame for a woman’s behavior,” he scolded. I laughed. “Let’s call it even.” “Deal.” Leaning close, he whispered in my ear. “As long as I can call you mine.”
