“I acknowledge your theory has substance, but my stance onWuthering Heightshasn’t changed.”
“That’s your choice. I say it’s an untraditional romance.”
“They brought out the worst in each other.”
“Love causes people to do crazy shit and makes fools of us all.”
“You’ve read it from beginning to end?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Didn’t peg you for the reading type.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks defensively.
“Oh, no… I only meant…”
His eyes twinkle with mirth.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“I am.” He guffaws. “Told ya… easy target.”
“You got me, but I won’t be so gullible next time.”
“Challenge accepted.” He winks. “You pegged me correctly. I only readWuthering Heightsbecause it was a requirement in my high school English class.”
“To answer your question, yes, I am a hopeless romantic. Are you?”
“Hell yeah.”
“You have a girlfriend?”
“Several, in fact.”
“Figures.”
“One woman can’t handle all of this.”
“Do you mean your gigantic head?”
“Why, yes… yes, I do.”
“I was metaphorically speaking of your inflated ego,” I deadpan.
“Oh, thought you were referring to something else.” He chuckles.
“You’re a modern-day Casanova, huh?”
“At your service.”
“I fear for the female population.”
“Women flock to me. Couldn’t beat them off with a broom if I tried.”
“You are by far the cockiest person in existence.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
