““One little temper tantrum isn’t going to scare me away.” “I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again.” “I work every day with cantankerous beasts who growl and bite, when I’m only trying to help. I think I can handle you.” “I’d like to see you handle me,” he said, eyeing her up and down. She ignored the double entendre, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t sizing her up as an adversary on the tae kwan do mat. She put a hand to her stomach, which was doing a strange flip-flop. “Don’t think I couldn’t take you down,” she said seriously. “I’ve trained in the martial arts.” He smirked. “That I’ve got to see.””
