She screamed, teetering backward.
I caught her by the shoulders. “Well, hello there.” I let my grin creep up as I stared down at her gorgeous face. Man, I was so in love with her.
She apparently did not share the feeling because she pounded me on the chest. “Let me go! Let me go!”
“Sheesh.” I let go and raised my hands.
She stumbled back a few steps before catching herself. Breathing hard, chin lifted. “I don’t want to ‘talk’ to you.” She made air quotes.
I scowled, confused.
“Don’t try playing coy with me. I sawthe look,” she said, semi-hysterical. “I know what you’re up to.” She brushed off her stomach and arms as if my pheromones had latched on and needed wiping away before they convinced her to do something reckless.
Ah. I smirked, chest swelling.
“Stop that.” She pointed at my face. “No smirking. Do you hear me?”
I raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep a straight face.
“None of that either.” She stomped her foot, her frown darkening into a glower. “You know full well how attractive I find it when you cock your eyebrow.”
I chuckled.
She stamped her foot again. “No smug laughter.”
I let my eyes smolder and ran my tongue over my bottom lip.
Her shoulders hunched like she was barely holding in the anger. “Grif-fin.”
But this was too fun. Angry Juliette was even more beautiful than Calm Juliette.
I tipped my chin up and made a muscle in my jaw pulse. “How you doin’?” I said in a Joey Tribbiani voice.
“Stop!” she wailed. “No more!”
Okay. “Fine.” I laughed. “What expressions am I allowed?”
“None. Blank stare.” Her hand cut through the air. “That’s it.”
Being told not to do something makes it nearly impossible not to. I bit my lips and folded my arms, trying to look bored.
She glared at me. “No crossing your arms either.”
I looked down, studying my stance. “Why not?”
“Because it makes your stupidly massive biceps look even more stupidly massive,” she snapped, like my muscles were deliberately trying to ruin her life.
“Unbelievable.” I dropped my arms to my side and spread my fingers, working out some of the tension.
“Absolutely not,” she growled. “Do not Mr. Darcy me with the hand flex.”
I couldn’t help. I laughed again.
She threw up her hands and stormed into the kitchen.
I followed. “Jules. If you’re so attracted to me that youcan’t handle me standing in a room, why are you trying to get a divorce?”
“Because.” With her back to me, she grabbed a glass, slammed the cupboard shut, and turned on the tap, letting the water run cold. “You might be hot, but…”
