One? I wish. He decided not to recap his long history of bad choices in women, like that time he wound up with a two-day hangover and a prescription for Amoxicillin.

“Have it off with you?” Feeling rueful, Daniel shook his head. “Sorry, I need a translation. Is that British for sex? Sex for earrings?”

Since she wasn’t drinking the Dr. Pepper, he borrowed it, rotated the can, and sipped. The bubbles went up his nose. It tasted the same as always, but he couldn’t remember why he once liked it.