Jackson Sinclair’s head tilted mockingly to one side. “I’m not sure,” he drawled, “her features weren’t exactly memorable.” My anger flared, a rush of buzzing warmth sprinting through my body. “Says the man with the personality of a hardboiled egg.” You could hear a fucking pin drop. In my defense, I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Okay, that was a lie. I’d definitely meant to say it out loud.
