Perfectly reasonable... [Kate and Curran on how denial is just a river in Africa]

Magic Strikes  - Ilona Andrews

“You’re scared there might be something there, between you and me.”

 

Wow. I struggled to swallow that little tidbit. “Every time I think you’ve reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe— ever expanding.”

 

“You thought about dragging me into your bed this morning.”

 

“I thought about stabbing you and running away screaming. You broke into my house without permission and slobbered all over me. You’re a damn lunatic! And don’t give me that line about smelling my desire; I know it’s bullshit.”

 

“I didn’t need to smell you. I could tell by the dreamy look in your eyes and the way your tongue licked the inside of my mouth.”

 

“Enjoy the memory,” I ground out. “That’s the last time it will ever happen.”

 

“Go play your games with Jim. I’ll find you both when I need you.”

 

Arrogant asshole. “I tell you what, if you find us before those three days run out, I’ll cook you a damn dinner and serve it to you naked.”

 

“Is that a promise?”

 

“Yes. Go fuck yourself.”

 

I slammed the phone down. Well, then. That was perfectly reasonable.