Nicky couldn't explain, but just seeing Ben made all the horrible things that had happen in the last few months. Kissing him back, she slid onto the stool at the counter. "I'm calling you a goody-two shoes. Would you rather I call you a beslubbering scurvy-valiant nut-hook?"
After taking a drink of the beer, she stuck a cigarette in her mouth, but didn't light it. "Today. Probably; I told my boss to shove it and only if you know any available blonds."