There were few people who could get in past his wards and Lexi was always at the top of the list. He wasn't sure how they became friends but she was his best friend and he loved her to fucking death. They were a lot alike and she understood him. They had similar views and their sarcasm meshed well. For whatever reason, it never dawned on him to fuck her. First off, she wouldn't have it. Second... it was too weird and he wasn't attracted to her that way and that made shite so much easier. Not like this stuff with Clearwater.
Hearing her voice, he pushed thoughts of Penny and her red lips out of his head. "Too late for that, gorgeous," he said, heading into his living room. Clint had finally settled into his flat. Nobody really needed an eight bedroom and ten thousand square foot home but the building had been in his family for ages and it'd gone to the eldest male since it'd been acquired and over the years it'd gotten bigger and bigger.
Clint's brow shot up at the bottle of rum and grinned. He had one in his hand, too. Leaning over, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday," he said, clinking his bottle with hers. "And may you never find your blasted soulmate."