She blinks, but seems otherwise unphased by the rude toss of the book. “You’re an arse,” is all she says about it, pulling the book toward her and flipping it open to skim the table of contents.

Any hope she had at retaining anything she just read leaps out the window at that statement. Her head snaps up, attention firmly back on the bloke in front of her. “You must be joking.” She has a terrible feeling he isn’t.