I stretch my hand forward so that the pan is before me. “I may not be good at handling kitchen equipment, but I’ve watched tangled too many freaking times to know how to handle a pan on people’s heads. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have, but believe me, I will if you don’t walk away from me.”

He doesn’t stop frowning, walking or glaring, but asks. “What’s tangled?”

Seriously?! Who doesn’t freaking know what tangled is? Rory.

“Just back off from me, okay? Nobody has to get hurt.” Now I’m being biased because he’s hurt and bleeding. Did I add terribly?

“Really?” He raises an...