Sister Agnes smiles.
The shark has scented blood.
“Oh?”
“Not that he's attractive.”
“Mm hm.”
“I mean obviously he's attractive.”
“Obviously, dear.”
“That's not the point.”
The smile widens.
I hate everything.
Because the truth?
The truth is Kai Montego is offensively attractive.
The kind of attractive that sneaks up on you.
The kind that gets worse the longer you look.
Tall.
Dark.
Broad enough to block a doorway.
Built like he spends weekends wrestling grizzly bears.
And somehow completely unaware of the effect he has on people.
Or maybe he knows exactly what he's doing.
That crooked grin certainly suggests it.
The one that appears whenever he's teasing me.
Or irritating me.
Or breathing.
Mostly breathing.
It's infuriating.
Because men like Kai Montego don't notice women like me.
Not really.
I know his type.
Everyone knows his type.