His gaze shoots to me, suggesting my tone might have been a bit impudent. I almost chuckle. “Impudent” is a word no one has ever applied to me. I suspect it’s used a lot here, though, particularly when dealing with uppity women. I bite my cheek not to laugh. I could become an uppity woman. It’s tempting, in a life goal sort of way. It’d probably land my pretty ass on the sidewalk, though.
