Page 96 of Trick or Stalk

“I wasn't sure you could.”

“Asshole.”

Her mouth falls open. She notices my smirk and starts laughing again.

Fuck. I could get addicted to that sound.

Maybe I already am.

“Do you live alone?” she asks.

“My brother lives with me.”

“You have a brother?”

“Wilder.”

“Older or younger?”

“Younger.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine.”

“And your brother?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Ah. Two years apart.” She takes another drink. “Is he like you?”

“No.”

She considers that. “More intimidating?”

“More annoying.”

Her grin returns.

“He'd probably say the same thing about me.”

“Does he read romance?”

“Fuck no.”

“Neither did you yesterday.”

I look at the book. She has a point. “He gave me shit about it.”

“I like Wilder already.”

“No, you don't.”

“Sure I do. You just said he's annoying.”

“He is.”

“Maybe I like annoying people, too.”