Reagan laughed again. “I don’t know. The Big Bang Theory?”

“None of the characters are one hundred percent awful, except maybe Sheldon, but he doesn’t hide it. Doesn’t count.”

“You’re right. I can’t rip them apart like the others. They’re all too good together.” She hummed. “Okay, One Tree Hill?”

“Never seen it.”

“90210?”

“Nope.”

“Gilmore Girls?”

“Negative.”

“Charmed?”

“Reagan.” I sat back on the sofa and popped the cap on my water. “What makes you think I’ve watched any of those teeny-bopper shows?”

“I’d hardly call them teeny-bopper shows. They’re not the original version of Sabrina the Teenage Witch.”

“I had to watch that because of my cousin. Salem is the best character in that show.”

“Ha!” She laughed again. “Pretty sure I wanted to be Salem when I grew up. I asked for him once at Christmas, but I don’t think I thought through having a sassy, talking cat.”

“Mm,” I said. “There’s also that little snag where cats can’t actually talk.”

She paused. “All right, so that’s an issue. No need to shatter my dreams.”

“From the girl who shattered my favorite TV show.”

“If How I Met Your Mother is your favorite show, you need to get out more.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t you just reel off a TV guide’s worth of shows you’ve watched that I haven’t?”

“I think this conversation is done.”

Laughing, I put my bottle on the table and gave Poosh a scratch before sitting back. “That’s it? I win, so you’re done with this conversation?”

“You’re not familiar with women, are you?”

“Relatively familiar. I spent some of my day with one. Unless you’re hiding something.”

“What would I be hiding, huh? You rescued me when I was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and old panties.”

She was indeed right, not that I’d paid much attention. “I didn’t really look at you. It might be a shock to you, but I was too busy—”

“Saving my life, yeah, yeah. I hear ya, Superman. You’re a real-life superhero.”

Anyone else, that snark would have ended the call. But with Reagan? I could hear the laughter she was fighting to keep inside.

“I would have worn my cape, but it was in the wash,” I replied. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“It’s okay. I suppose being alive is enough. Although you should make sure to keep the cape on you.”

“It’s a fire hazard, don’t you think?” I changed the TV channel. “One too many fancy whips Superman-style and I’m the one on fire.”

“Huh.” She paused for a moment and her breathing crackled down the line. “That would defeat the object of wearing one.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

She sighed. “Never mind. It was a nice fantasy while I had it.”

“You’re fantasizing about me in a cape?”

“Not specifically. And it’s not a fantasy.”

“You just said it was.”

“Oh, my God. Just because I said it doesn’t mean I meant it.”

“Are you in the habit of saying things you don’t mean?”