He looked amused. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “Like what?” “Like I’m a little chicken,” I snapped. He laughed, the creases around his eyes deepening. God, he was handsome. I let out an exasperated breath through my nose. “Are you going to play the guitar for me or not?” “You are so bossy.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not even a little.” He grinned.
