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Her eyes narrow dangerously while I take a slow drink of coffee.

God, she’s fun to provoke.

It only gets worse from there.

Every woman in the diner suddenly wants to meet Nora.

Every man suddenly avoids looking at her too long once they notice me watching.

And every damn person in Devil’s Peak apparently believes we’re together now.

“Never seen Rhett bring a woman into town before.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She survived more than five minutes with him. That’s basically a proposal.”

“You people need hobbies,” Nora mutters for probably the tenth time.

Jace drops into the booth beside her with a grin. “Nah. This is better.”

Nora points at him accusingly. “You’re enjoying this too.”

“Absolutely.”

“Unbelievable.”

“You keep saying that,” I point out.

“Because all of you are insane.”

“Yeah,” Archer calls from across the diner. “But we’re charming.”

“You auction off human beings for entertainment.”

“Fundraising,” he corrects.

“Same thing.”

By the time we leave the diner, Nora’s equal parts flustered and furious, which does interesting things to her mouth.

Especially when she’s glaring at me.

“You knew this would happen,” she accuses while we walk toward the general store.

“Yeah.”

“And you brought me anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”

I glance down at her. “You look good mad.”

“That’s not a real answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”