He encircled his mammoth legs, scowling through the smoke at his bare feet. “Laurel, how long have we known each other?”
“Since we were kids.” She was surprised.
“Grew up together, didn’t we?”
“We certainly did.”
“Have I ever done anything out of line?”
“No,” Laurel laughed softly, “but it’s not because you haven’t tried.”
“Why, you little squirt, I could break you in two and stuff both halves in my pants pocket. Don’t you know I’ve been in love with you ever since I found out where babies come from?”
“Why, Mac,” murmured Laurel. “You’ve never said that to me before. Used that word, I mean.”
“Well, I’ve used it,” he growled. “Now let me hear your side of it.”
“Say it again, Mac?”