“You could say that,” Soren replies vaguely.
They go quiet again before I hear a woman’s voice.
“Soren, it’s good to see you.”
“Taylor,” he says in greeting.
And that has me whipping open the door, and everyone’s attention swings to me. I glare at Soren and point at him. “You. Get inside.Now.”
Soren’s eyes narrow before he makes his way to me. I step aside so he can enter, and when he does, I shoot a bright but fake smile at my ex and his fiancée before I shut the door. Taking a deep breath, I gather the courage to turn around and face Soren. When I do, I find him watching me with a curious expression. He looks intimidating, dressed in all black, but his hair is messier than usual. And his lips are pressed together in a straight line, as if he already knows what I’m about to say, but he speaks before I can get a word out.
“Nice family you have there. You plan to invite Taylor around for Christmas?”
Without thinking, I bend down, pick up one of my heels, and chuck it at his face. He catches it in midair.
Fuck him and his quick reflexes.
He glances at the shoe in his hand before dropping it to the floor, then returns his gaze to me. “Assault. Guess that one is new.”
“You knew I didn’t know about Taylor. Was that your plan, to unravel me so I wouldn’t keep fishing for a story?” I seethe.
“Did it work?”
“No, it made me angrier.”
“So, you invited me in to assault me. You could have at least kissed me first.”
I scrunch my face in disgust. “Why on earth would Ieverwant to do that?” I shake my head at the thought.Kiss him?Sure, he has kissable lips, and he’s very attractive—probably too attractive for me, that’s for sure.
He takes a step in my direction, and I stay where I am by the front door. His managing to get the upper hand and have me backed up is entirely my own fault. I should have moved.
Hell, I shouldn’t have even invited him in.
But I was just so angry.
“I’m very kissable,” he states seriously. And it takes a moment for it to register, but then laughter bubbles up, and I lean over, clutching my stomach as I laugh uncontrollably.
He really just said that, and with a straight face.
Wiping my eyes, I manage to compose myself.
“I’m sorry, but have you thought of being a comedian?” I ask, unable to keep the smile off my face.
“You laugh, but I am.” His tone is still serious.
Actually, he almost always sounds serious.
“How do you know Taylor?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t want to think about kissing him. You don’t kiss the people you’re investigating for a story. Even if he does have very kissable lips, which his tongue is sliding over right now, but kissing him would bevery stupid.
And I’m notthat stupid.
Am I?
“She works for me.”
“Of course she does.”
“Most people in the media work for me, in one way or another.” He says this as if I should already know that. “Now, will you be joining me for a drink?”
