“Some people are idiots, and some people are assholes.” I stepped aside to allow a group of giggling partygoers past. “Just so happened you ran into one who was both.” That earned me a small smile. “Mr. Larsen, I do believe we’re having a civil conversation.” “Are we? Someone check the weather in hell,” I deadpanned. Bridget’s smile widened, and I’d be damned if I didn’t feel a small kick in my gut at the sight.
