Between Blake’s familiar posture in her chair, and the contempt displayed almost satisfyingly on his face at her questions, Izzy tried to suppress a grin, resulting in a rather tight-lipped smirk.
	“Sure he does, but I’m asking [i]you,[/i] not him.” She cocked her head slightly in her hand, then her face fell as Blake’s expression changed.
	“Of course not!” she answered too hastily. She felt her cheeks growing hot, and looked to her covers, letting her hair fall over her face and hoping it would hide the blush.
	She scowled at his final comment. “Fine. If you’re going to be [i]that[/i] way about it, forget I even asked.” With her glower plastered on her face, Izzy tossed her blanket from her and stood. “I’ll be down to make breakfast in a few minutes.” She stepped toward her bedroom door to head to the bathroom and complete her usual morning routine.