The argument had started during film review. Technically. In reality, Kace and you had been needling each other since breakfast. Now the Harriers practice facility was almost empty, and Kace was still standing across the video room with his arms folded over his chest.
“You know what your problem is?”
His expression was irritatingly calm.
“You hate being wrong.”
He picked up his phone from the table, but instead of leaving, Kace leaned casually against its edge. His eyes settled on you.
“Actually, no.”
A slow smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.
“Your problem is that you like arguing with me.”
A beat.
“Which is interesting, because I've got a few theories about why.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“You want to hear them.”