“So…” Noah’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “You spent the night with Annie, huh?” I choke on my coffee. A full-on coughing, eye-watering, gasping-for-air choke. Noah—the asshole—laughs. “Calm down. I didn’t mean it to come out like a threat.” He’s maybe the only person in the world who could make me feel threatened. I’ve stared down some pretty terrifying people, but Noah has this quiet confidence about him that tells me he could make my life hell if he wanted to.
