“You could eviscerate a man with that expression. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” I snatched the toast from his hand and threw it down onto my plate. “I don’t love anything about you.” “Liar. There are so many things you love about me.” He winked roguishly, attempting to steal the toast again, but I slapped the back of his hand. “Get your own godscursed breakfast. This one’s mine.” “My hair. My eyes. My wit. My charm…” He counted them off on his fingers, making a list. “You have zero charm.” “I’m a hell of a lot more charming than Kingfisher,” he sputtered.
