““Dollars to doughnuts there’s no fruit dip,” he murmured behind me. Would Mo do that to me not five minutes after I asked her not to push me at anything? Fucking A. Of course she would. I was the fruit dip, apparently. I backed out of the fridge, hanging my head with a sigh. “For Mo, that was extremely subtle.” “She’s got a gift.” Jace leaned against the counter beside the fridge and crossed his arms over his chest, looking me over. “How are you, Topher?” “Good. Good. Fine. How have you been?” I retreated a few paces, mirroring his posture against the island chopping block opposite him. “I’ve been good. Really good, in fact, though I’m wondering if you would rather I weren’t here.” “What?” I blinked rapidly. “Why would I— Why would you think that?” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry smile. “Because this is the first time you’ve met my eyes since I arrived, and if I were a vampire, you’d be thrusting garlic and a cross at me right now.””
