Casteel humphed as he stopped in front of the credenza, and the deep, closed-lip sound turned a dial deep inside me straight to bitch. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded. “The noise you just made.” He picked up a bottle. “What noise?” My eyes doubled in size. “The noise you just made, Casteel.” “I think I was clearing my throat.” “Are you fucking serious?” “Language,” he said softly, glancing over his shoulder at me. “It’s unbecoming of a lady.”
