The humor Levi’s fighting dies. His gaze snaps up, fixing on Corinne, hard and immovable. “I am with Rose because she’s a kind, caring, beautiful, smart woman.” Voice little more than a rough growl, Levi gives Corinne a full, nasty once-over. “Clearly,” he grits, “such virtues had dried up out of the family gene pool by the time you crawled out of the womb.”
