“You are devastatingly handsome. Leave it up to you to look like temptation in a tux, when I swear I’ve never met someone in one of these getups that didn’t look like an oversized penguin.” A thick laugh bursts out of me. Bea tips her head, slides her thumbs carefully beneath my eyes. “Are you crying?” I blink away the traitorous wetness. “Fall allergies.” “Of course.” She nods. “The pollen count in this apartment is despicable.” “It is. I’ll be having a word with your landlord.”