“Are you sure that was to distract me and not to boost your ego?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “Why can’t it be both?” “Ass,” I mumble. He hasn’t stopped smiling at me. “I may be an ass, but I just saved yours.” And then, without warning, his smile vanishes and is replaced by serious scrutiny as he looks me over. “How are you? Have you calmed down?”
