“Aren’t you?” I frowned when he started laughing. “I fail to see what’s so amusing in my question.”
“There’s nothing inherently funny in what you said, Quinn. It’s that you answered my question with a question of your own. Remember when your mother was in the hospital?”
My brow furrowed as I recalled that harrowing time. “Oh, yes. She asked what happened, and you asked what she remembered. She said answering a question with a question was a Sebring trait.”
“Generally. And then she said it used to drive your father nuts when she did that.”
“Am I driving you nuts, Mark?”
“Damn straight you are. And let me tell you something. As nutty as it might sound, I like it. And I have no intention of ending it.”
“Truly? Then everything is all right between us?”
“Jesus, Mann.” He sounded pained,
