“Cade is the panty guy?” “I’m not the panty guy,” he interjects, but Summer and I ignore him. “Yeah. And you said that any sane man would have thrown them out. So you know what that means.” We’re grinning at each other like crazy people now, and before I know it, a giggle slips from between Summer’s lips. And before long, she’s doubled over, hands on her knees, gasping for air.
