As soon as she did, she shoved him away hard enough to make him take a step backward. “How dare you laugh at me on the way down!” Spade held out a conciliatory hand, but that amused expression didn’t quite leave his face. “Now, Denise—” “Don’t you ‘Denise’ me,” she snapped. “I don’t care how old, powerful, or strong you are. If you ever do something like that again, I’ll stab you in the heart. Son of a bitch, I can’t believe you threw me out of a plane!” Spade still looked like he was fighting back his laughter. “I didn’t throw you out. I jumped with you. Very different.”
he's actually right on this, sorry Denise
