"Well, that guy cut you off," I answered. "He deserved it."

Oh, I knew I was probably biased. Most of the time, as far as I was concerned, Eddie could do no wrong. I was inclined to be on his side in any situation, not even always because he was right, but because he was Eddie. Because I loved him. Because he had saved my life more than once.

I grinned at him over the table as I sat down, blushing as I did. "Besides, it's kind of... well, it's rather um, hot. When you yell at people. When they deserve it."