‘I want you for your brawn, not your brains.’ Elliot jerked his head back. ‘I mean… not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with your brain…’ I grimaced. ‘Crap. I’m sorry. I can’t think of a single way to make that comment not completely offensive.’ He grinned, making it my turn to be surprised. ‘We both know there’s a whole lot wrong with my brain and nothing to gain by pretending otherwise. I wasn’t offended. I just can’t remember a woman wanting me for my brawn before. Not that that means it hasn’t happened, of course. Given my terrible memory, thanks to the brain problem.’
