He stood up and side stepped out of the way, and then watched her trot around the kitchen. Despite himself, and his irritation at her hostility he found his eyes wandering to her back side each time she turned around to peer into a cabinet. It was hard not to do. She had an amazing little rear, and Barton was nothing if not appreciative of the female body.
He straightened when she turned back to address him and gave her a guarded look. “Sometimes. And I have a name.”