Snorting lightly, Lexi shook her head. "You're coming home with me. Sleeping on tires, honestly. I have a couch you can crash on and plenty of things on tall shelves you can reach for me or jars you can open, to earn your keep."
She knew that Ben was familiar. It hit her in her gut, deep, like an ache she couldn't quite pin down. But Lexi was living in the present, in the future, and any remnants niggling around from the past could just go back there. She was who she was now, and Lancelot was dead. He could just stay dead.
"You hungry?" she asked, as if it was every day she invited strange men to live with her. As if she'd ever had anyone live with her. "I was thinking about ordering Chinese and watching horrible Lifetime movies. Although I could be persuaded to change either one of those for more interesting pursuits."