Outside the comm center, Dylan grabs my
elbow, pulls me back from the door to let Conlan and Shanley enter.
“What was that all about?” he wants to know.
With a nonchalant shrug, I tease, “He wants
to know if we can do a threesome tonight. Did you get the
room?”
The look on Dylan’s face is priceless—his
eyes go wide, his jaw drops, and I don’t know if he wants to laugh
or cry. Then his eyes harden, his mouth turns down into that
determined scowl, and he starts towards the door after the others.
“That fucker—”
“Dylan!” I catch his arm before he can
disappear into the comm center and kick Shanley’s ass. “Baby, jeez,
I’m just kidding.”
Now comes the confusion—he’s so predictable.
“What?” he asks, as if I’ve never joked with him before. He always
takes me so seriously, I love th
