Page 56 of Samson

“Nagging. I’d do anything to stop someone from whining.”

“Anything? So if someone begged you night and day to buy them a car, you’d buy them one?”

He laughed. “Probably.”

“Really? ’Cause I need a car.”

“Allyou’dhave to do is ask me nicely.”

“I’m tempted.”

“Tell me what make and model, and it’s yours.”

“Stop it.” She turned away from him again, refusing to be taken in by him. “So, nagging is your only weakness?”

“Also blades.”

“I assume you don’t mean the kind you use to butter your toast?”

“It doesn’t matter what kind. Daggers, swords, they’re not my best weapon.”

“You’re talking about when you get into a fight with a bad guy.”

“Or you. If I say the wrong thing and you want to take me out, a knife’s the way to go.”

She nodded slowly. “Good to know. Anything else?”

“I’m sure you could find more. You have a way of making my flaws undeniable.”

“I feel like you mean that as a compliment, but it doesn’t sound very nice.”

“It makes you one of a kind.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be so morose.”

“You want to know what my weakness is?” she said to lighten the mood.

He tipped his head back and laughed. “You have no idea how much.”

“Mint chocolate-chip ice cream. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t get enough.”

“Now I know what gift to get you.”

“Then I should warn you it makes me want to sit alone in my apartment watching old romcoms.”

“Alone?”

“Yup.”

He sucked air through his teeth. “That puts me in a predicament.”

“The price you pay to make me happy.”

“Let me guess, Sleepless in Seattle?”

“That or I go for the classics like Pride and Prejudice.”

“The movie or the miniseries?”

“Miniseries all the way—you look disappointed?”

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