the corners of his unfairly attractive mouth. ‘You know, because I can.’ The jibe takes me a second to absorb, but when it does, my mouth drops open. ‘Hang on a sec. Did you just diabetes shame me?’ He’s still smirking. He looks awfully pleased with himself, and I can’t help it. I grin. ‘You smug bastard.’ ‘Yep. But I suspect you already knew that.’
