He ducked the blow; one moment he was standing in front of her and the next he was behind her. "I'm not a jerk. You're the one who spends weeks telling me how much you hate me before you decide to molest me."
He leaned over her shoulder. "Not, you know, that I'm complaining."
Tommy's smile turned into a look of pure chagrin at the idea of a costume that Kate designed. No offense to her, but her idea of superhero fashion left something to be desired. "Right. . . .we'll umm, we'll see."
"Although it'd be safer than letting you wonder all on your own."