“That sounds very thorough. And slow. You’ll have to teach me how that works.” “Yes, I’d imagine it’s a foreign concept for you.” His eyes flickered over my face. “And you… that’s another hurdle we’ll have to cover.” “Excuse me?” He licked at his bottom lip. “You, Greer Wilder, are not my type.” My jaw dropped, an affronted noise slipping out of my mouth. “You’re not my type either, Mr. Quiet and Judgy.”
