Clint was right. Had he admitted to such things, Lexi would have been highly doubtful. Clint Warrington skipping a night of sex? That was like saying Santa slept through Christmas. Just wasn't going to happen. His comments about Dean just had her rolling her eyes. They'd had the argument over Dean plenty of times in the last ten months and it never got them anywhere but irritated with each other, which never turned out well when one of them was continuously in and out of the country.
She watched Ade and his brunette with a touch of exasperation as the woman fell perfectly into place. It made her disappointed to be a woman. It really did. It made it seem like all women were pathetic and weak under the influence of an attractive man. Made her want to vomit.
Smiling somewhat wryly, she waved good-bye as Adrian disappeared into the crowd. "One down," she commented, turning her head to eye Clint. Damn him for his bets. "Your funeral, but I will not be cooking for your flavour of the week, so do ensure her slaggy behind is gone by the time I get there. I don't like taking out the trash."