Ricochet (Addicted, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“Are you my father?” she asks with the quirk of her head, her casual tone subtly biting. “I don’t think you are.” “Why ask me a question that you’re going to fucking answer?” he snaps at her, not backing down even though she’s my sister and a teenager. Why does he have to be so confrontational? Lo would have ignored her. I think. “It was rhetorical. Do you know what that means?” she asks. “It’s a question that’s said in order to make a point. A figure of speech.” My eyes bug. Wow, she’s hostile. Must have something to do with our conversation about being treated older and then younger. Why else would she go off on him? “I didn’t know,” he says with the tilt of his head. “Do you know what that is? Sarcasm.” He edges in her face a little. Taller than her by about four or five inches. She raises her chin, holding her own. “You’re hilarious,” she deadpans. His eyebrow arches. “I guess you do know what sarcasm is then.”

OH??? THEY HAVE BANTER.