Ethan's POV
Hannah patted her oversized purse. "Pepper spray, personal alarm, mini taser... I've got a whole self-defense kit in here."
I stepped back, raising my hands. "Should I be worried?"
"Only if you try anything funny." She narrowed her eyes. "Or mention bikini pictures again."
"What about regular pictures?"
"You're impossible!" But she was fighting a smile.
"And you're dangerous." I eyed her purse as we entered the elevator. "Remind me never to make you angry. Though I have to say, the whole deadly-weapons-in-designer-handbag thing? Kind of hot."
"Keep talking, and you'll find out how hot pepper spray feels."
"Kinky."
She burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small space. "You're the worst! I can't believe I agreed to this."
"Too late now." I grinned as the doors o
