““I scowled. “Murphy’s made of muscle. You just can’t see it under the suit and the body armor,” I said. “And she hasn’t gotten lucky with me either.” Ascher stared at me for a second and blinked slowly. “You’re . . . serious, aren’t you?” “We’re complicated,” I said. “Because you’re twitchy?” “And she’s had a couple of divorces. And her ex-boyfriend kind of shot me.” “What?” “I asked him to,” I said hurriedly. “What?””
