“She doesn’t like him that way?” Raylan looks over at me, dark eyebrow cocked. “Women don’t always know what they like.” I feel the color rising in my face. “That’s pretty sexist.” Raylan shrugs. “Okay. People don’t know what they like.” He grins. “Especially women.” I frown at him, my temper rising. “I know what I like and don’t like.” He keeps smiling at me in that infuriating way. “I don’t think you do.”
