Katy Swartz személy
– Bejön neked Simon? – Dühös mozdulattal szegte fel az állát, smaragdszín szeme szikrázott. – Ezt nem mondhatod komolyan!
– Csak nem féltékeny vagy? – Daemon félrenézett, én pedig megragadtam az alkalmat, hogy végre én üthetem bele az orrom valamibe. Előreléptem. Nem tért ki előlem, levegőt sem vett. – Féltékeny? Simonra? – ismételtem, aztán sokkal halkabban folytattam: – Egy emberre? Ez szégyen, Daemon!
“What’s going on with Dawson? Has he run off yet?”
Daemon looked like he was going to push the subject for a moment but then just nodded. “Not yet, because I followed him around today like a babysitter. I’m thinking about putting a bell on him.”
I laughed softly. “I doubt he’ll appreciate that.”
“I don’t care.”
“Kitten, what are you doing?”
“I was making a snowman.”
His gaze drifted beyond me. “I see. It’s missing some stuff.”
“Yeah,” I said morosely.
Daemon frowned. “That doesn’t tell me why you’re sitting in the snow. Your jeans have to be soaked.” There was a pause and damn if that frown didn’t turn upside down. “Wait. That means I’d probably get a better look at your butt, then.”
“Thanks.” I held the warm cup. “Where’s yours?”
“Not thirsty this morning,” he said, twirling his pen. He glanced over my shoulder. “Hi, Lesa.”
Lesa sighed. “I need a Daemon.”
I turned to her, unable to hide my grin. “You have a Chad.”
She rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t bring me lattes.”
Daemon chuckled. “Not everyone can be as great as I am.”
“Okay. There are some rules about our date.”
My brows rose. “There are?”
“Yep.” (…) “Rule number one is we don’t talk about anything DOD related.”
“Okay.” I bit down on my lip.
(…) “Rule number two is that we don’t talk about Dawson or Will. And number three, we focus on my awesomeness.”