Easton’s green eyes narrowed on me. “Hayden,” he clipped. “Grumpy Cat,” I shot back. His eyebrows flew toward his hairline. “What did you just call me?” I met his stare dead on. “You look like that meme of the cat who’s in a perpetual bad mood.” Easton’s jaw worked back and forth. “I don’t look like a cat.”
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