“Walk in front of me,” I snapped. “I don’t want you staring at my ass.” He grinned that devastating grin I loathed and leaned down to whisper in my ear as he passed, “I don’t need to stare. I have it memorized. Now if you wanted to let me see it bare again—” My hand shot out to smack him, but he dodged and continued along the trail, his laughter filling the air. “Don’t you ever get tired of flirting?” I snapped. “With you? Never. You are fun to play with, Dianna.”
