"Nothing beats the feel of paper," Marco replied. He reached for a pan.
"Come on!" Valentina groaned, spinning on her heel. "We can play Scrabble. Monopoly. Something. I'm bored!"
"Not my problem."
She gasped, offended. "Wow. You're cold."
She circled him. "You know," she said casually, "I can put in a good word for you with my sister. She already kinda likes you. You might win points." Her brows wiggled with wicked enthusiasm.
"Trust me," he said slowly, forcing his hands to keep moving, cracking eggs with unnecessary care, "I am not interested in your sister."
He absolutely could not be interested in her sister. Thinking about Veronica Scalese was a shortcut to a shallow grave. Marco liked his head attached where it was.
"You're terrible company."
"Good."
"Why do you hate fun?" she demanded.
Marco grunted. "If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"
"That doesn't make any sense. The point is spending time with me."
