“I’d hate for my death to be an inconvenience for you.” She rolls her eyes and turns back to her plate. “I live to serve.”
“That’s great to hear. Because there’s a reason I brought you to dinner tonight.”
Piper goes perfectly still. Then she looks up at me beneath lowered brows. “I knew it.”
“Well, I suspected,” she snaps. “There’s a reason I always look for ulterior motives. Usually, there is one.”
“When you’re done playing the sad, manipulated victim, I’d love to get to my point.”
She subtly flips me the bird behind the candles in the center of the table, and I have to force myself not to laugh. She may be afraid of it, but the woman has fire.
“I have a wedding coming up.”
“You’re getting married?” she practically guffaws.
I press a finger to the headache forming between my eyes.
