Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.