“Why are you laughing? What is so damn funny?” he demanded, totally perplexed.
“Basically, Guinevere accused you of doing exactly what you are doing! ‘The nerve on her…’ You c***k me up, Lance! You should be doing stand-up comedy as a hobby,” Annalise replied and kept laughing.
“Stop it now, please,” Lance said, blinking, a bit annoyed by her reaction. “Okay, I get it. I’m an immature, egotistical man. The male ego is obviously a fragile creature. I think we can agree on that. Yes, it occurred to me to get on her nerves just a little by showing up with a stunning woman by my side. Sue me for it! I even hatched the whole engagement scheme, complete with the ring, because I figured it was the best way to finally get them all off my back.”
Her shoulders shook, and Annalise closed her eyes
