He grinned. “Well, we can try, I suppose. But I’m warning you now that I’m not a good friend for you.” Behind his smile, the warning was real. “You say that a lot,” I noted, trying to ignore the sudden trembling in my stomach and keep my voice even. “Yes, because you’re not listening to me. I’m still waiting for you to believe it. If you’re smart, you’ll avoid me.” “I think you’ve made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too.” My eyes narrowed.
See one would take this as a red flag but not Bella.
