Bullshit. If I told you I wanted you to leave me alone, you'd just 'happen' to be going where I was, then sit just in my eyeline so I'd have to see you all night.

[She was guessing, but Brock didn't seem the type to give up easy. She'd had the marks on her to prove it.

They got closer to the inn, and she paused by the side of it, looking down the length of the building, seeing the way the shadows were starting to get darker as the sun began setting.]

Kitten Claus sounds like a holiday stripper.