“You shot me,” Kalen reminded Scout.
“Once,” Scout replied.
“You shot me.”
“One time! It was a graze and it was years ago. When are you going to move on?”
“When you make up for it,” Kalen said, downing his drink.
“How many times have I saved your life? At least five? I’ve made up for it.”
“Nope. Because I’ve saved your life six times. Plus, since you shot me, you’re at four. You owe me.”
“If I let you shoot me, twice, will you give it up already?” Scout asked.
“No promises, but it’s worth a try,” Kalen shrugged.