You’re clearly very intrigued by me and my happenings, since this is what? The third time you’ve found a reason to talk to someone I was having dinner with?” His jaw tightened, proving I had hit a nerve. “And, really, I can’t blame you—I have a mirror, after all. But just because you so desperately wish you were the one wining and dining me doesn’t mean you have to be a dick to me.”
