"Everything we talked about earlier?" he says, still staring after Hale, "I take it back. Every damn bit of it." I laugh. "Yeah, right." Harry turns back to me and gives me that look. The kind only someone way older and wiser who has been around the block a time or two can give you. Like they know something you don't. "What?" I ask, exasperated. His eyes flash to Hale, still with a knowing smirk on his damn face. "The last person to talk to me like that?" he says, his attention moving back to me as he raises a brow. "I got down on one knee for."
