“I assumed that you would whimper and hide under the bed. You can’t imagine how annoyed I was when it brought you closer to my man.”
“Your man,” Zara said and almost wanted to laugh, but she settled for slouching instead. “Yes, he’s your man, if the qualification is the duration of obsession. My God, you’re so narcissistic that you wouldn’t even stalk him yourself. Why waste your own time when you can waste someone else’s? You’ve got Caine putting his own life on hold to do what you’re too lazy or busy to do. How the hell do you get a guy to do something like that and for years no less?”
“He has an obsessive personality,” Cuckoo said. “And he’s pathetic, serious self-esteem issues. He believes that I think more of him for being so ridiculous. He honestly thinks we have some kind of relat
