"As much as you vex me, I would like to see you locate your sister." His lips spread into an easy grin. "Why, Miss Pennypacker, I think you might have admitted that you like me." "I said," she said pointedly, "that you vex me." "Well, of course. I do it on purpose." That earned him a glare. He leaned forward and chucked her chin. "Vexing you is the most fun I've had in ages." "It isn't fun for me," she muttered. "Of course it is," he said jovially, leading her into the small dining room. "I'll wager I'm the only person you know who dares to contradict you." "You make me sound like a termagant." He pulled out a chair for her. "Am I correct?" "Yes," she mumbled, "but I'm not a termagant." "Of course not." He sat down across from her. "But you are used to having your own way." "So are you ," she retorted. "Touche."