She props her elbows up on the counter. “I mean, you don’t have to escort me,” she explains. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. And the Andersons will be there, not to mention Kincaid still hates you, so...” Is she trying to get me excited? “You just might steal the show.” She feigns a sigh, sounding forlorn. “And I know how you like to keep a low profile.” I chuckle, peeling off my crust. She’s as good as Winter at playing me, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy it.
