“I let you berate me,” I huff at Bergen who sits back, lounging in my chair.  (I swear he’s inviting me to punch him)

“You can try.”  Bergen flashes that grin of his.

I glare down at his over-righteous demeanor.  “I let you hogtie me.”

“You bit me,” he says.

“I let you have my blog!”  My hands are gnarled into balls.

“Because I took it.”

“BUT POSTING YOUR NAME ON MY WEBSITE… IS A LINE!”

Bergen shrugs.

“you’ll get over it… You’ll forgive me… and I’ll accept your apology…” He gives a wink.  “Because I’m better.”