"I pick up a piece of fruit from the bowl and look anywhere but at her, even with my eyes elsewhere, glancing around the kitchen, I can feel the icy glares aimed my way and try to ignore it. All my own fault; I made her feel threatened, and now she s trying to make sure it goes no further. It won t.... I m not that kind of an asshole. She has a prickly fight in her, it s probably the reason she has survived this long. A little savage fierce under the surface of my quiet little warrior."
" You redecorated? I ask my mom, looking for anything else to talk about while blondie is trying to kill me with laser eyes and seriously beating the s**t out of whatever she s mixing. I think I maybe helped kill a cake. I resist the urge to trail my eyes back to her, even though it s almost instin
