Cade didn't bother answering Angelina. He was too busy watching her, the way her chest rose and fell, the anger and heat in her eyes. He watched her tense, saw muscles flex, and he knew what was coming - had been hoping for it.
But this time, he didn't let the blow land. Letting his training kick in, Cade brought up an arm to deflect the punch and, instead of dodging away like one might expect, he moved forward into Angelina's space. She wouldn't have the opportunity to punch again with any kind of strength with him standing so close. Close enough to catch the scent of apples coming off her hair.