Varen
Josie was, without a doubt, the most difficult woman I had ever met in my life. And I'd met many. But none of them came close to her—none of them had her fire, her relentless stubbornness, or her maddening ability to get under my skin without even trying. It was infuriating. And fascinating. And something I didn't know how to deal with.
I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair as I watched her glare at me like I'd personally insulted her ancestors. Her arms were crossed, chin raised defiantly, and if I hadn't been so used to her theatrics by now, I might've been genuinely intimidated. Instead, all I could do was shake my head and try not to let her expression get to me.
"Josie," I muttered, my voice low but not harsh. "You don't have to take everything I say the wrong way. That's not what I meant."
"Oh really?" she snapped back. "Because it sure sounded like you were implying I'm reckless and need babysitting!"
