He stretches, grinning. “So basically, I’m a genius now.”
“Sure,” I deadpan. “Real genius.”
He laughs as we head out and when we reach his car, I glance at him. “You’ll be coming with me, right?”
He looks up. “To?”
“The conference,” I say. “You didn’t just get me the tickets, right?”
He slides a look at me from the corner of his eye, a teasing glint there. “Are you that desperate to have me around you?”
I scoff. “Please. I just don’t want you to miss out on the fun.”
He gives me a disbelieving stare. “Fun? You call a conference fun? Peach, are you sure you’re okay?”
I roll my eyes at him, tugging his car door open. “So what do you even call fun then? Loud parties? Drugs?”
He slides into the driver’s seat, shooting me a look like I just insulted his religion. “Anything but a confer
