Seriously, do you have some internal radar for crazy women the way I have bi-fi?” “Bi-fi?” Ramsey snorted. “Yeah, you know. Like gaydar.” I ticked a finger back and forth like a probe. “Beep, beep, beep. Uh-oh, I think I’m in a dead zone.” Instead of laughing like I expected him to, Ramsey tilted his head, raking his teeth over his lower lip. “Maybe you need to get it checked.”
