" Knock-knock.” Gina poked her head in the door.
“Come on in,” Jones said. “We’ve got all our clothes on for a change. Oh, wait, it’s you who gets it on in the—”
“Okay,” Gina said. “Am I ever going to live this down?”
“Eventually,” Molly said. “But Max singing you old Elvis songs over the walkie-talkie? Honey, that’s going to be impossible to kill.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Jones told her.
“The singing or the kitchen tabling?” she asked.
“Both,” he said. “Seriously, Gina. He’s all right. "

― Suzanne Brockmann , Breaking Point (Troubleshooters, #9)