Diego's POV

Her face scrunched up tight and her cheeks trembled with indignation.

But I had known from the moment I laid eyes on her in that diner: this was going to be an uphill battle. The woman had the kind of stubbornness that could rival… well, mine.

“I don’t have feelings for you,” she snaps.

“Very convincing.” I could almost laugh, if I hadn’t been so irritated. “Do you practice that in the mirror? Or is it just a constant echo in your head?”

“Fuck you.” She tried ...