"You’re not still planning to eat sweet things after that," he says, ignoring me and cruising past it. I grind my teeth, saved by the cotton, and glare daggers at him.
"Are you insane, Miles?" If words were knives, they’d be slicing through his ears right now. He winces.
"It’s for your own good," he protests, flinching when I raise my fist.
"It’s not for me. Find another store and park."
A flicker of light dances in his eyes. "For that girl," he says, then catches my glare and corrects himself. "Sophie."
We drive in silence for all of two seconds before he blurts out, "I never thought I’d see the day you’d be nice to anyone besides Grey." He grins. "Are you up to something malicious again?"
"Screw you and die," I mutter, and he laughs like I’ve just made his day.
"Okay, so I’m right
