I twitched as a drop of sweat trickled down my back. “I do declare, is that a vote of confidence in my leadership skills?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and fixed me with a look. “It’s a vote of confidence in your ability to hoodwink the most cynical man. I’ve never met a more manipulative son of a bitch in my life.”
“Why, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” A slow smile rolled to my face. He wasn’t wrong. Interpreting people came easily for me, and when my survival as a kid hinged on using said knowledge to my favor, I learned how to work around even the most stubborn bastards. Given a little patience and observation, most people delivered their tells early in a conversation. A little bruising of the ego meant nothing to me if I escaped alive.