“I don’t need your help, and I’d never let you touch me,” I started, flustered all over again. No one ever hit on me. It just didn’t happen. Cayden chuckled, the bastard. “Bug, I don’t do charity. I simply meant I’d point you in the direction of a book or something from the library you can consult. Don’t get worked up.” I scowled at him. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?” “I’m well aware, and our earlier conversation remains true – don’t piss me off or you’ll regret it.”
