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“You know,” I say casually, “you’re kinda fun when you’re flustered.”
Her jaw drops. “I am not flustered.”
“Sure,” I say, grinning. “And I’m not ridiculously attractive.”
She huffs. “You’re not attractive and very, very infuriating,” she mutters.
I chuckle, sliding the steaks into the oven.
And if she is flustered?
She’s absolutely not ready to admit it.
Chapter Nine
Lucian: Admit it, Doc. That was the best meal you’ve had all week.
Olivia: I will admit no such thing.
Lucian: You didn’t stop eating for a solid ten minutes.
Olivia: That was survival. You invaded my house and force-fed me.
Lucian: Force-fed? I literally set a plate in front of you and watched you inhale it.
Olivia: Semantics.
Lucian: Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Olivia: Not whatever. Specifically, you’ve left, and I no longer have to deal with your presence.
Lucian: Ouch. You wound me.
Olivia: I just don’t understand why you had to take Sarah with you. She was enjoying her stay at my house.
Lucian: You know, most people would say “thank you” after a home-cooked meal. Not demand I leave my girl.
Olivia: Most people don’t break into their neighbor’s kitchen like it’s their personal playground.
Lucian: Most people don’t live next to me.
Olivia: Lucky them.
Lucian: Listen, if you let me help, I might let you keep Sarah occasionally.
Olivia: What’s the ulterior motive behind this?
Lucian: You seriously don’t trust anyone.
Olivia: You’re new to me, and I have yet to figure you out. So, no, I don’t trust you.
Lucian: But you trust my dog.
Olivia: She let me rub her belly for twenty minutes. Didn’t even move. Just pure bliss.
Lucian: That’s because she’s conning you.
Olivia: Conning me?
