“I’ll beat him up,” I announce. Alex’s grin is widening. “Oh?” “I’ll tackle him right here and now.” “He told me he’s a black belt.” “How long did you talk to this man?” I ask. “He’s also a surgeon with a very nice house,” Alex adds. “Were you two playing twenty questions while I was gone for two minutes?” I ask. “My house is bigger. Have you seen my house?” “Is that what you do when you want to fight? Strut up and just go ‘My house is bigger,’” Alex teases.
