That Pretty Part of Poison

LOBO -Predator Press

"I can't believe the woman giving the MRI was flirting with you right in front of me," Wendy growled.

"Oh don't be silly," I says.  "Although the idea of free MRIs has some appeal."

"What?"

"Free MRIs," I ponder aloud. "And I could sell them to friends for like fifty bucks apiece."  I shrug.  "I would dump you in a hot second."

Wendy scowls.

"I'm kidding sweetheart," I says, tenderly grabbing her hands.  "I'm not a monster.  We should just steal it."