I was intimidated by her, so I needled her a lot.” “Needled?” “Tried to get a rise out of her,” Paul says, grinning. “She didn’t like that much.” I laugh, imagining it. “She was feisty.” “Sounds familiar,” Theo says into his cappuccino. I twist in my seat, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Feisty is the word you’d use to describe me?” He blinks innocently, and I get momentarily distracted by his long, curled lashes, the tiny freckle underneath his left eyebrow. “Can confirm it starts with an f.”
