But Luke was not done yet. "Also, take the long view! Babies need nourishment! I mean, you can't have a starving kid."
Her anger reached fever pitch. Tremors shook Chloe; her whole body was filled with barely contained rage-and hot-red-the color burned upon her face, the moment those words sank.
"After a year," she snarled through gritted teeth, "I'll have this. You better be ready!"
Chloe turned sharply, unwilling to put up with his antics anymore. She knew better than to lose her calm around Luke; as the guy seemed to be getting an unending kick from performing pranks on her.
Still, she had to give him credit on that battlefield. "Thanks," came the curt reply from her in a stiff voice. "Your little input helps here."
Luke smiled. "Welcome. And don't forget my advice."
