“I let you berate me,” I huff at Bergen who sits back, lounging in my chair. (I swear he’s inviting me to punch him)
“You can try.” Bergen flashes that grin of his.
I glare down at his over-righteous demeanor. “I let you hogtie me.”
“You bit me,” he says.
“I let you have my blog!” My hands are gnarled into balls.
“Because I took it.”
“BUT POSTING YOUR NAME ON MY WEBSITE… IS A LINE!”
“you’ll get over it… You’ll forgive me… and I’ll accept your apology…” He gives a wink. “Because I’m better.”