Summer giggled. “They said it, not me!” She leaned over a little. “But you can check my ears if you like.”
His brow furrowed, mouth abruptly going dry. Was this flirting? He could never tell. Especially when the girl was prettier than he was — then, it was usually a joke. “I—I’m not an otolaryngologist.”
“A what?” She blinked a couple times, pulling back. “‘Laryn’ — that’s like larynx, so throat … but I don’t know the rest. Well, ‘ologist’, that’s doctor of some sort.”