If Kavinsky was tiresome before, he's absolutely intolerable now. But Adam won't be chased away. Even if he's seething, he won't give Kavinsky the satisfaction of getting under his skin.

Straightening his shoulders and lifting his chin, he regards Kavinsky with narrowed eyes. "You know," he drawls leisurely, "when I said you could have whatever you wanted, I didn't mean whoever. If you did see him there, I bet that's gonna sting."