By a thread

“How about we clear the air? We can tell each other all the things we don’t like about each other. I’ll go first.”She was joking. But the idea had merit. I didn’t like her. I couldn’t like her. We both needed to remember that.“Your attitude,” I said, launching into my own list. “Your shoes. Your eyes are too big for your face. You have issues remembering that you’re an employee and should act accordingly. And your hair constantly looks like you just rolled out of bed.” With a man.She blinked. Twice. And then her laugh filled the car. “You’ve put a lot of thought into that list for it to just roll off your tongue like that.”“I was just stating the obvious. I don’t sit around thinking about you, Maleficent.”Lies.She sent a cocky look in my direction. “Sure you don’t, Dom.”“Not only are you not my type. You’re so far in the opposite direction of my type you rank next to my great-aunt Rose.” More lies.