“Is this your version of quiet as a mouse?” He holds his frown so well even though I can feel the amusement vibrating between us. “Is that the longest sentence you’ve ever strung together?” He tips one of his eyebrows. A hit. “She commandeers my guest room. Eats my food. Calls me a caveman. And insults my intelligence,” he says while shaking his head in a mock reprimand.
