damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (![]() ![]() |
Lean arms drew up to cross over her chest. To be quite honest, she'd expected a more bratty reaction. Then again, of the three times she'd crossed paths with the tater tot, once he'd faked innocence, the second he'd been a girl on her period, and the third he'd groveled after Audrey had nearly strangled him. He wasn't exactly an easy book to read, but she supposed that made people more interesting, even untalented children.
"I'm fairly certain that deadline has already passed, but I could be willing to give you an extension out of the goodness of my heart." Damia raked her gaze over his face, looking for something to grasp.