“You’re getting to be a ninja, sweetie,” I grumble. “I can never hear you sneaking up on me!”
He chuckles. “Let me guess: you’re out here checking your phone.”
I guiltily tuck my phone under my arm. “I’m just enjoying the sunshine!”
His chuckle turns to a laugh. “Lying to a blind man? That’s f****d up, angel.”
My lips twist. “What’s effed up is this heartburn. Seriously, it feels like I swallowed a habanero pepper. And my back is killing me. To top it off, I’m totally gassy today. You might want to go upwind. Ugh.”
Moving carefully, A.J. lowers himself to the chair beside me, and then turns his head and smiles brilliantly, bathing me in a warmth even hotter than the sun. “Don’t stop, baby, I love it when you talk dirty. Seriously, lay it on me—constipation? Spider veins? Stretch marks
