He set his beer down and shook his head. “I’ll never understand why anyone would voluntarily watch them.”
“Because they’re fun.”
“There's nothing fun about demons that want to kill you.”
The laugh that escaped her drew a glance from a nearby table before she lowered her voice. “You work on a cattle ranch.”
Seth frowned. “And?”
“Well, a two-thousand-pound bull can kill you.”
“That's different.”
She tilted her head. “How?”
The question should've had a straightforward answer. Instead, he found himself opening his mouth and coming up empty. Across from him, she leaned back against the booth, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “That's what I thought.”
“A bull is real.”
She lifted her wineglass. “Demons aren't.”
“Exactly.”
Her brow furrowed. “You realize that doesn't help your argument.”
“Sure it does.” Seth pointed at her with his beer bottle. “I know what a bull can do. I don't know what some creepy demon is gonna do.”
She stared at him. “Your argument is that imaginary things are scarier than real ones?”
“Now you're catching on.”
A laugh escaped her. “That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.”
The conviction in her voice made him grin. Most people would have dropped the subject by now. Shylo seemed to treat every disagreement as a challenge, and if he were being honest, he found that far more appealing than he probably should have. It was as if she enjoyed proving him wrong almost as much as he enjoyed arguing with her.
She took a sip of her wine, then set the glass on the table and crossed her arms. “You just don't like being scared.”
Seth scoffed and tore off a piece of his dinner roll. “I've been thrown off horses.”
“That's not an answer.”
“And I've been kicked by horses.”
“Still not an answer.”
“I've also had a bull chase me through a pasture.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “And yet, a haunted house is where you draw the line.”
He shook his head. “See? Now you're making fun of me.”
“Because you're making it easy.”
The smile tugging at her mouth made him laugh despite himself.
One thing he'd learned about Shylo over the past three weeks was that she threw herself into things she cared about. Her eyes brightened when she got excited. Her hands moved when she talked. Even now, she leaned forward across the table, completely invested in proving him wrong about something as ridiculous as horror movies.
It was cute.
