“What a relief,” I say with false cheer, cutting him off. I’m too tired and sore to spar with him. “Though if you’d simply been where you’re supposed to be, we wouldn’t have had this collision in the first place.”

He arches an eyebrow. “ ‘Where I’m supposed to be’?”

A flush creeps up my cheeks. I hate my telltale flush. “The Friendsgiving thing.”

Christopher’s mouth tips with a smirk that makes my flush darken. “Been keeping tabs on me, have you?”

“Solely to avoid the displeasure of your foul company.”

“And there she is.” He checks his watch. “Took all of twenty seconds for the Kat to find her claws.”

A growl rolls out of me. Hugging my sore arm to my side, I start to walk past him, because he has this infuriating ability to get under my skin with a few well-placed words and that aggravating tilt of his damn eyebrow. If I stay here, I might actually turn as feral as he’s always accused me of being.

But then his hand wraps around my good arm at the elbow, stopping me. I glare at him, hating that I have to look up in order to meet his eyes. I’m tall, but Christopher’s towering, his body broad and powerful, his arms thicker than I can get two hands around.

Not that I’ve thought about that. No, if I’ve thought about wrapping my hands around anything, it’s been that neck of his, giving it a good hard squeeze—

“What happened to you?” he says.

I blink, yanked out of my thoughts by the sharp tone in his question. Feeling defiant, I lift my chin and dare him to look away first.

He doesn’t.

My breathing turns unsteady as I realize how close our faces have become. Christopher stares down at me. His breathing sounds a little unsteady, too. “Lots happened while I was gone,” I finally manage between clenched teeth. “Sort of unavoidable when you step outside your tiny world. Explore new places. Encounter obstacles.”

Such as a bit of rocky Scottish landscape that led to a broken shoulder. Not that I admit that to him.

Still, his jaw twitches. My dig’s landed where I wanted.

For all his sophistication and success, a corporate capitalist’s wet dream, Christopher has never left the city. Without stepping so much as a toe outside his kingdom, he’s simply crooked his finger and success has come to him. His world is contained and controlled, and he knows I judge him for it. Just as he judges me for how carefree and—in his eyes—reckless I am, for how quickly I walked away from my hometown and family the moment I graduated.