“Funny,” she snaps back, and I halt in my tracks, brows knitting together as I glance over my shoulder at her. She pops out her hip and crosses her arms. “And cute. I was just about to say the same thing to you. So why don’t you stay the fuck out of my way, Kade?” I like the way my name sounds on her tongue. I smirk, loving this side of her. “Or else what?” Ah, fuck. Freckles is even prettier when she’s mad.
