“Little fox, I did take your stuff, but it was retaliation. Think about why I took your stuff. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t made the first move. Don’t think you can deny everything you’ve done just because I took back what you took from me.”

Dylan defended himself innocently. “Honestly, I thought of returning it to you, but you’re so elusive. You’re like a ghost sometimes. Even if I wanted to return it, I wouldn’t know where to find you. If you’d just told me your name, where you live, or given me a way to contact you, I would’ve returned it long ago.”

Fox laughed coldly. “Is it my fault now? How many times have we met after you took back your stuff? You had plenty of chances to return it to me. I even went to your house to ask for it, but did you give it to me?

“Dylan York, your shamelessness has reached a new level in the short time we haven’t met. Does your grandmother know how brazen you are? Does your mother know?”

Dylan chuckled. “Whether my mom knows doesn’t matter.