Chapter 35

  That’s an understatement.

  “So, what is your type of man?” he asks curiously, focusing on me instead of his food now. I throw him a dark look, indicating that I really mean we are done with this topic.

  My type? Far, far, away from me.

  “Okay, okay. Are you going home to visit your mom anytime soon?” he asks, pushing in a new direction instead, but I just drop my fork, mood dying and temper punching me in the stomach.

  For God’s sake.

  “This again?” I snap and shake my head at him, irritated, being too sharp with him in reaction.

  “Don’t roll your eyes and wave your hands at me!” He shoves my foot with his under the table, and I kick him back, a light satisfied smirk crossing my mouth as he grimaces with a glare, relieving me of my temper a little.

  “Why do you always bring her up?” I accuse, pissed that he does this … a lot.