“That’s the thing about Rosie—I can be a total prick and she just gives it right back. “Did I offend you?” Her brow arches. “You’ve been offending me for years. If you were too nice to me, I’d worry one of us was terminal or something.” That makes my lips twitch. “Plus, I’d never fuck you. I hate you too much.” Ah. There it is. It shouldn’t make me smile. But it does. She knows exactly how to get under my skin, bring out the worst in me. I slide the page back across the desk toward her. “I like this one. It shows how truly unhinged you were.” “I still am. Better watch your back, Mr. Ford Grant Junior.” Oh yeah. I’ve pissed her off all right. But the thing about knowing how to piss each other off is that we also know how to confuse each other. That’s what last night by the fire was. Mutual confusion. And I must want more of it because I flip open my laptop and toss out, “That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”