"I haven't," she teased, even going so far as to stick out her tongue at him. He was a jerk, but she really liked jerks. Hell, she was a jerk too. "Cheaty's a word now. I just figured if I called you a cheater, you wouldn't like it. And I don't know anything about natural. Dad made me." She shrugged expansively. She'd dealt with that ages ago; it no longer bothered or confused her.