Was he freaking taunting her?
No real way to know.
“Okaaaay,” she said, drawing out the last syllable to make a point of how annoyed she was that he insisted on being cagey. “Well. That explains it.”
He flashed an almost microscopic smile. “We could’ve planned half the festival by now, Rollins. Do you want to keep talking about this or do you want to get down to work?”
Well, that was a no-brainer. “Keep talking about this,” she answered definitively, and before the last word of the question had even completely escaped his mouth.
He shrugged, the movement compact and decisive and sexy as hell. Just like most things he did. “Well, that’s where you’re out of luck.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Fine. Let’s get to it.”
“Cool.” He narrowed his eyes right back at her.
Yeah, dude. You should be suspicious, she thought with a glint of delight. Because you can dodge all you want, but this isn’t over. I’m just letting you think it is.