Her words were blunt, but the irritation in them was unmistakable. Jay smirked, closing his file with a light thud and stretching his arms overhead with a lazy grin. "No, not yet," he replied, his voice playful, as if trying to provoke her further.
Esme finally lifted her eyes, her brow arched ever so slightly. "What do you want now?" she asked, her patience clearly running thin.
Jay, leaning back against the headboard, folded his arms over his chest with a smirk that only grew wider. "I was just wondering... how is it that you don't look a bit like the Valhale family at all? Not even a little?"
