I give him a warning glare. “Keep your eyes to yourself or I’ll pluck them out.”
“Hmm,” Demyan remarks. “Possessive. Interesting.”
“You’re like a f*****g dog with a bone,” I snap. “Are you focusing on this to distract from your own s**t?”
His face sours instantly. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“It was your weekend with Callie, wasn’t it?” I ask.
“Don’t think I don’t know that you’re deflecting, asshole,” he warns.
I smile. “Two can play at this game. Answer the damn question.”
“Yeah,” he says irritably. “It was my f*****g weekend.”
“Miranda’s serious about this move. We talked after I dropped Callie off.”
“You want me to talk to her?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Maybe. She has always had the hots for you. You might be more convincing than me.”
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