“Can I stay here tonight?” she finally asks. Ah, fuck. This question again. I get it every time. Is it because she genuinely wants to stay, or because she’s secretly holding out hope she’ll be the one to change Carter Beckett’s ways, to make him want to settle down? Sometimes I think there’s a pool going with a prize for whoever the winning girl is. Oh, wait; there is. The prize is the captain of the Vancouver Vipers’ eight-figure salary. My answer is the same every time: “I don’t do sleepovers.”
