“Ten years. Ha. I get it. That’s a joke.” Okay, smartass. Game on. “No seriously. How about that thing you were doing a minute ago?”
“The scorpion?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe. Can you do a handstand?”
“I’m ex-military. I can do fifty before breakfast.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s called cheerleading, but, hey, to each his own.”
“Again. Funny. Anyway, I’ll wait until you’re done. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself and blame me.”
She transitioned into a double-handed handstand, then lowered herself into a sitting position in one of the most graceful moves he’d ever seen. “Take off your shoes,” she said.
He didn’t think twice about it, just took ’em off where he stood.
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