It was probably a truth that Angie could be very easily irritable. It was probably also a truth that she was easier irritated when she'd been drinking. However in her defense, she also considered it a truth that Cade Warrington was exceedingly good at being irritating. What did it matter she'd set herself up for that response?
"That wasn't," she replied, her tone bringing to mind flint striking steel, sparks and all, "an offer nor an invitation." She stood up but didn't turn around, instead she stepping closer, her hands balling into fists. It was all she could do to keep from hitting him. That shiny DMLE badge proclaiming him law enforcement was a decent deterrent. For now anyway.
She really, really wanted to hit him. Back as good as her front? Was he actually trying to make her angry? If so, he was doing a damn good job of it.