Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Hull suddenly grabbed her hand, catching Susanna completely off guard. "Whoa —what are you doing?" she blurted, startled.

For some reason, watching him hold her hand, she felt like he was almost squeezing it a little too tightly.

Hull gently rubbed her rough palm between his own. "You've gotten tanned. And your hands are all calloused."

Susanna stared at him, speechless.

Tanned? Rough?

Those were basically the worst insults you could throw at a girl. "You... you "

"If you keep training like this, your hands are going to be a mess.”

Susanna's face fell apart. Inside, she was screaming: A mess? Last night he couldn't keep his hands off me, and now he wants to talk about my hands?

Hull looked at her, deadpan. "Are you cursing me out in your head?"

Susanna replied quickly, "No, of course not."

She totally was. Hmph.

Before she could say anything else, the food started arriving.

There was fish chowder, creamy chicken casserole, seaweed salad, papaya yogurt, banana milkshake, and-wait-another papaya dish, and another...

Susanna twitched an eyebrow.

her confusion. "Hull, do you have,

table was covered in papaya

all for you. Big bro

his water. Seriously? After all the times he'd tried to explain things to Barnaby, the

Susanna's face went scarlet.

a deadly look. Just one glance, and he could see the accusation in her eyes. This guy

with her and now he was going around

even getting the whole crew in

hit her a moment late, but

plate, huffed loudly, and stormed out

stunned at how quickly she'd lost her

shot Barnaby a cold

beat. "Big bro, did

was shaky,

Barnaby seriously

runs ahead of his brain- he might realize later what he

Barnaby? He never even

look. "You didn't say anything wrong. It's my

Barnaby: "???"

Hull was already out the door,