Page 59 of Twisted Collide

I lower it. “Fine?”

She lets out a sigh. It might be dawning on her that I won’t back down easily. “Yeah, I guess. Some parts I like more than others.”

“And those parts are?”

Josephine glances out the window. “I like the marketing aspects. Don’t love the cleaning after smelly players.”

“We don’t all smell.”

She turns back to face me. “Yeah, you do.”

“Ouch.”

From the corner of my eye, it looks like she rolled her eyes at me, but I can’t be sure. “I never said you smelled bad.”

I tap the brakes and come to a stop at the light before glancing in her direction. “And how exactly do I smell, Hellfire?”

She shakes her head. “Not going there.”

We both go silent. The hum of the engine is the only sound present in the car. What is she thinking? She’s probably thinking she wishes I would stop asking her questions. Sorry, Hellfire, no such luck today. I’m on a roll.

“Tell me more about you.”

“Jeez.” She tilts her head back. “What is this, the inquisition? You already know the important things.”

“Come on, Hellfire, throw me a bone.”

“I already told you things about me. Such as my fear of spiders.”

My right hand leaves the wheel and runs through my hair. “You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?”

“Would I be ahellfireif I did?”

She’s got me there, but she still won’t win this battle. “What’s your favorite color?”

She taps her left-hand fingers on the center console. “Blue.”

“Food?”

“You’re intolerable.” She lets out a deep sigh. “Fine, donuts. Happy?”

“No, what did you study in college?”

“Greek mythology,” she answers, her tone clearly annoyed.

“Seriously?”

She squirms in her seat. I wonder if she’s considering bailing on the ride. “Seriously.”

“No wonder you couldn’t find a job.”

“Now you’re telling me.” This time, she definitely rolls her eyes.

“Who’s your favorite god . . .”

She barks out a laugh, and I turn to face her, catching the smirk that lines her face. “Poseidon.” Clever girl. I stepped right into that.

“How did I know you would say that?”

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