“I don’t think I ever said that,” Nick mused, casting his mind back to everything either of them had blurted out already. “You just called me a woodrat.”
“But –” because she seemed ready to fret about it, and he would rather enjoy being magnanimous than feel forever guilty for being an outright bastard here, “rest easy, Miss Sandow. If you have to stay, you can have the bedroom.” He would take the couch; frankly, he and the couch were already bosom friends. He spent more than enough nights drunkenly passing out on it.
He could not stand to be too sincere to her, though, so Nick played off the proposed peace treaty with his next card and a joke. “That is, as long as you don’t terrorise any more of my shoes.”
“But –” because she seemed ready to fret about it, and he would rather enjoy being magnanimous than feel forever guilty for being an outright bastard here, “rest easy, Miss Sandow. If you have to stay, you can have the bedroom.” He would take the couch; frankly, he and the couch were already bosom friends. He spent more than enough nights drunkenly passing out on it.
He could not stand to be too sincere to her, though, so Nick played off the proposed peace treaty with his next card and a joke. “That is, as long as you don’t terrorise any more of my shoes.”
