“I know.”
“Then why are you carrying it?”
“Because I’m going that way.”
“Convenient.”
“Efficient.”
“Controlling.”
“Practical.”
“Infuriating.”
I leaned closer as I passed her. “You forgot hot.”
She stopped dead.
Regan choked on her coffee.
Amber whispered, “Oh my God.”
Sienna turned slowly, eyes narrowed to dangerous little slits. Her cheeks had color again, but this time she didn’t look embarrassed. She looked ready to set something on fire and take notes.
“I did not forget,” she said.
The words landed low.
Hard.
Every laugh, every whisper, every sound around us faded for half a second.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
There it was.
I hate you, but if you touch me, I might combust.
Written all over her face.
Probably written all over mine too.
Then Bandit yowled from the truck and shattered the moment like a glass thrown at a wall.
Sienna closed her eyes. “He has terrible timing.”
“Or good instincts,” I said.
She opened one eye. “Don’t bond with my cat.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“He’d reject you.”
“Mutual.”
