I gave an incredulous glance down at his finger, still pressed into my chest. “Get that off me or I’ll knock it off.” His brow arched in open dare. “Take your best shot, luv.” You asked for it. My fist connected with his jaw. Bones ducked before I could land another one, green flashing out of his eyes. “Is that all you’ve got? Not nearly good enough.” And he jabbed me in the chest again. Oh, it’s on now, honey!
“Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?” “The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,” Mencheres responded instantly. I stared at him, then burst out laughing.