I could dig out my poleaxe and go stab a fucker.” Deke almost did a double-take. “You have a poleaxe?” She looked up at him, her brows sliding together. “You don’t?” “Of course not.” “Huh. Well, that’s weird.” “Weird?” She tipped her head to the side. “You don’t think so?” “What I think is that you want to drive me batshit.” “Well, it is on my list.” Yeah, that had become apparent. “Any particular reason why?” “Not one that you’d understand.”
