“She’s elderly and needs care. It’s a very large apartment,” he says to Giselle. “You’d love her.” Shit, she loves older people. “Did she tell you she’s writing a romance?” I blurt. Greg’s eyebrows go sky high. “Ah, no.” “Aliens,” I say as I take a sip of my water. “Purple with sparkly scales and prehensile tails.” “I took the tail off!” she calls. “Oh?” He blinks down at Giselle, who’s currently giving me a flat look. Focusing on him, I try to decipher if he’s into it or thinks it’s not worthy of a scientist, but dammit, he’s not giving me any tells. “Do you think that’s silly?” she asks him. I don’t, babe, is on the tip of my tongue. Tell me more about them. Tell me everything. Put me back on your Pinterest board. (Yeah, I had to look up what that was.) You be the woman who can rock whatever she wants because she’s fascinating and intelligent and sexy as fuck. Greg leans in closer to her, his eyes heavy lidded. “I’m guessing you used real science to explain the details?” “Of course,” she says. He bites his lip. “Damn. That’s hot—” “All right!” I announce and shove at Aiden to get up.”