"What did you just call me?" Avery snapped. Her earlier resolve to stay calm until the project was finished evaporated instantly. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing through them as her lips curved into that signature "you're dead" smile.
Silas, who knew that look all too well, instinctively took half a step back. It was the same expression she used before punching him in the gut back in college, the same look that used to send little Silas running for his life across playgrounds.
But just as she was about to launch into a verbal or possibly physical assault, the familiar sound of her car's engine hummed in the distance.
Avery froze mid-glare, blinking once before inhaling deeply and deciding her dignity was more important than arguing with a certain insufferable man in public.
Her car rolled smoothly to a stop in front of her. Without another word, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and began walking toward it with the grace of a queen ignoring a peasant.
