“Stop it,” I ground out. “Neither of us will get any sleep if you insist on moving around like that all night.”
“I can’t help it. My brain is…” She blew out a breath. “I can’t sleep.”
“Try.” The sooner she fell asleep, the sooner I could relax.
Relatively speaking.
“What great advice,” she said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. You should start a Dear Dante column in the local newspaper.”
“Were you born with a smart mouth, or did your parents buy it for you after their first million?”