“Fine. I’ll bring it up in my Sin meetings with the girls.”
“This is what I’m talking about. It’s always flirting with you. You think of me, you think of sin. It can’t happen.”
“Whatever,” I grinned at him. “Can I ask my question now?”
“Holy shit. Is the great Rachel letting me win an argument?”
“If it means I get to satisfy my need for gossip, then yes. So can I ask?”
“Shoot.”
“Why is it you don't have an old lady?”
He frowned at me. “There's enough Vienna to go around. Why would I want to tie myself down?” He said without missing a beat. In fact, he said it so quickly, it made me think that was his default response.
“I don’t buy that. You're using humour to hide something.”
“Coming from the expert herself. Well, no. You use violence and sarcasm.”
“When did this turn into a character assassination for me? We’re discussing you andyourdeflection tactics.”
“Hmm. Maybe you're right.”
“So, tell me the real reason, then. Please.”
“Just because it's humorous doesn’t mean it’s not true, you know.”
“But it’s not true. I can tell.”
“I never said it was, or it wasn’t. I was just correcting you.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“You’re also acting like a child.”
“Can I just press the repeat button? Takes one to know one.”
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” he smirked back at me as I folded my arms in a huff.
“I’ll do your laundry for a week.”
“Big Mama already does my laundry.”
“You’re a grown-ass man. Why aren’t you doing your own washing?” I asked in horror.
“You just offered to do it. How’s that any different?”
“Because I’m bribing you. It’s mutually beneficial.”
“It’s beneficial for you to handle my dirty underwear? Rachel, you filthy, filthy devil. I’ve told you, you’re a beautiful woman, but I value my dick too much to take the risk.”
“I’d incinerate the underwear. Underwear, you should be washing yourself, by the way. Big Mama isn’t your slave.”
“Why have a dog and bark yourself?”
