“Lucky she’s your fan,” Scarlett teased. “Though I don’t think I can say the same for Kai. He kept glaring at you for some reason.” “Maybe he’s not a Blackcastle supporter.” I shrugged. “Though apparently, I don’t poll well amongst engaged or married men between the ages of twenty-five and fifty. I’m not sure why.” “Their loss.” She twined her arms around my neck. “I think you’re pretty great.” “Pretty great?” “Exceptionally great,” she amended. “Better?”
