Harper groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Kenji, that ‘face’ you’re talking about belongs to Ashcroft. The last person on earth I want anywhere near me right now.”
He tilted his head, feigning thought. “Mmm… you sure about that? Because the way you yelled ‘No! Of course not!’ sounded like a little too much conviction.”
Her eyes widened, mortified. “Oh my God, you’re insufferable.”
Kenji grinned wider, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “You like him.”
“I do not!” she snapped instantly, voice pitching higher than intended.
He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch. “Wow, defensive much?”
“Kenji—”
“Don’t worry,” he cut in, feigning innocence. “I won’t tell Dad.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’d better not.”
Kenji tilted his head with a teasing smile. “Depends. What’s in
