“I fervently disagree.”
“Do you ever have fun?” I tip my head, contemplating this woman.
Knox’s shoulders quiver with suppressed laughter as Tori scowls back at me.
“Of course I have fun. What a ridiculous question.”
“Really? Name one thing you do that fits into the fun category.”
Her perfectly smooth brow furrows. “Research markets.”
“That’s fun to you?”
“Yes.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, the strong smell of roses filling my nostrils.
“Okay, fine. I’m not one to yuck anyone’s yum. What else do you consider fun?”
She bites down on the corner of her lip and my eyes instantly flick to her mouth.
For once, nothing sassy’s coming out.
“Stumped you, huh?”
“No, I’m thinking. Give me a second.”
After a long pause, she answers. “Running.”
“You count working out as a recreational activity?”
“Not all of us get paid to burn calories, Puck Boy.”
“Kind of a stretch, Sunshine. But I’ll let it slide. Anything else?”
“What is this, like a dating profile or something? Why do you care anyway?”
Good question.
Why do I give a fuck what the Ice Queen likes to do in her spare time?
“Definitely not a dating profile. And I was just making conversation. But I guess it’s against the rules to chat with the warden. I’ll let you get back to your spreadsheets.”
Irritated with her attitude, I lower my hand from the doorframe.
Tori’s one of the prickliest people I’ve ever met. No matter what I do, I can’t win her over — and that aggravates the hell out of me.
I’m a people person. It’s what I do, who I am.
I pride myself in my ability to win everyone over, especially women.
But Tori’s turning out to be quite the challenge.
I’m closing the door when her voice stops me.
“Baking. I like to bake.”
My fingers still on the knob.
So, the Ice Queen does have a hobby.
