“You’re right. It’s none of my business. I’m just an asshole who can’t leave things well enough alone.” She grins despite herself. “You are an asshole, aren’t you?” “See, we agree on something for once.” “We agreed on a lot of things Saturday night,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. My brows shoot up. “Karras, was that an innuendo?” She shrugs, and some of that familiar fire returns to her hazel eyes. “Figured it was my turn.”
