“...idiot,” she muttered.

Not softly enough, because his head lifted as soon as the unflattering word reached his ears. “We’re resorting to name-calling now?”

The hint of amusement in his irritatingly calm voice only increased her annoyance. “Yes.”

He stood and turned the corner of his desk, not saying a word until he was standing in front of her. “Okay. Exasperating. Your turn.”

She didn’t miss a beat.

“Predictable.”

“Reckless.”

“Coward.”

“Beautiful.”

“What?”

“Marry me.”

The end!