If you didn't grow up with country relatives, this grammar might not make a lick of sense.
Bless your heart.
“You like me, don’t you.”
I looked over at the man standing in the kitchen doorway, his arms folded and his feet apart.
“What?”
He tilted his head. “You like me; I can tell,” he said.
I was dumbstruck for a moment while all the blood in my body rushed to my face. “J.D., where the hell’s this coming from?”
