"Oh, right. Yeah, that was sort of when she was threatening me. And Jackson. So, it kind of didn't count, right?" Right. Totally right. Maybe she'd just said it to throw him off. Or, you know, maybe she'd said it because she liked to torment him and make him think about what was under that very tiny skirt.

He tipped his own shot back, tongue coming out at the taste of the jager, washing it down with beer. "I totally am. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's still gorgeous and insanely intelligent and mostly evil, but um, things sort of became glaringly obvious to me and I'm not that deluded."

He looked over at Scott, smile lighting back up. "I do, don't I? And you've totally always got me. Even if you don't want me. I'm like, that booger you can't flick off your finger."