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I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.

“Mm-hmm.”

“There’s no boyfriend then?”

And that’s my chance.

“Why do you want to know?”

I expect a platitude from him.

Something like… ‘You are so special someone must swoon over you. You’re too cute and adorable.’

That kind of crap.

“I don’t want to know anything in particular. I was just making conversation,” he says, and that stings. “I thought you’d look for a different type of man.”

I stare at him, poker-faced. You can’t read anything on his face either, but that’s a given.

The man just made his move.He’s a man of a few words, but I knew that already.

I’m aware of the dialogue precluding his first night with Rain.

There wasn’t much talking. Suspense, mystery, and dizzying risks linked hands and danced around them.

Rain was courageous, maybe crazy, or just desperate at that point. She said yes to him on the spot.

David Moore is used to witnessing that kind of impulsive reaction in a woman, but he won’t get that from me.

Not unless I don’t want to see him again.

Oh, and I forgot.

How awkward things would be considering we run in the same circles and Rain Sexton is very much part of our lives.

So David Moore is a big no-no for me right now. The kind that might become a twisted ‘yes’ later.

I’ll have to figure this one out.

“What exactly did you have in mind for me?”

I find myself teasing him despite the unease crawling up my spine.

My shoulder is pressed into the wall as he closes the gap between us, and bells go off in my brain.

'He needs to stay away from you…’ a little voice blares in my head.

Antagonizing that little voice, I cock a hip so the contour of my body garners his attention.

His eyes––again––never dip.

Perhaps he wants my brain first, and that is news to me.

He slides his hands into his pockets.

“You’re a writer, aren’t you?”

Oh, surprise, surprise.

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