“And don’t you start about me doing too much. Not unless you want me to take you over my knee for complaining.” He tried to hide his smirk when a blast of red jumped to my cheeks. “You’re awful bossy, Ryder Nash.” The taunt was my attempt at distracting him. Only that redness flamed when he warned, “You don’t know bossy, Dakota. Now go before I make good on it.”
