“Fine, then I’ll just take this off and grab a T-shirt. Better to forget about my whole dirty plan.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not get hasty.” His head starts swirling over his shoulder, so I snap my fingers. That damn dimple shows before he turns away again, talking. “I’d never stand in the way of a dirty plan. But you should let me help. You know, since I’m awake. I could sprinkle tinsel on you…wrap you in lights. I’ll even let you tell me where to put the balls.”
