Michael smiled sadly. “Bad enough I brought you and Augie into this stuff.”
I harrumphed. “I think Augie brought us into this.”
“He was excited to play Stephanie Plum.”
That name. Where had I—oh yeah. That’s what Augie called Michael the day we met him in the gym the first time. I asked him who this Plum chick is.
“I thought you read a lot,” he said.
I mumbled something about there being a lot of books.
“She’s a bumbling bounty hunter,” he said. “Humorous chick lit stuff. Author has a weird name. But real popular.”
“You read chick lit?” I asked.
“Didn’t say that. I’m just aware.”
Sure. I mumbled a hum, hum at him. “I prefer dude lit.”
“That a genre?” he asked.