“What?” The way he stares at me is unsettling. “I have zero patience for Northern losers who ask dumb-ass questions.” My stomach churns and blood rushes through my veins. Oh God, I am one of those weird, clueless Northerners. It’s like when someone from the U.S. asks someone in another country what state they live in. There’s more to the South than heat, gnats, and sweet tea. Apparently, camo patterns are a sacred entity and I’ve committed an egregious sin with my lack of knowledge. But I also take issue with Ryne’s attitude. I step into his space and cross my arms. “Funny, I have zero
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