“Now now, stop flirting with me, Tink, or I’ll have to start breaking those pesky rules you wrote so carefully on that pretty pad.” My tone is joking, but my words have her pulling back and snapping her stare to meet mine, almost as if they have her intrigued. “What? Don’t tell me, little old Hallie Bear enjoys breaking the rules,” I tease, watching her closely and she huffs. “Can we get divorced yet?” she snaps before adding, “I really do hate you.”
