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“Do what?”

“Make someone think you’re about to do one thing, then do something else.”

I smile. “Keeps life from getting boring.”

Her mouth curves. “Interesting philosophy.”

“You didn't object.”

No,” she says, still watching me. “But I do.”

I pick up my own glass again. “Oh?”

“It would be a very bad idea,” she says quietly.

“On the contrary.” I sip, letting the wine wash over my tongue, imagining the taste of her joining it.

“You're not in my position.”

I grin wickedly. “I can put you in much better positions if you’d like.”

Heat rushes into her face, but she doesn’t look away. “That is exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about.”

“And yet,” I say, setting my glass down, “you’re still here.”

“I don't really have a choice, do I?” she says.

I glance toward the door, then back at her. “Fair point.”

She takes another sip, but the look she gives me over the rim says she knows exactly what I was implying.

“I mean it,” she says. “This is a bad idea.”

“Probably.”

Her brows lift, clearly not expecting agreement.

I smile. “That doesn’t make me or either of us want it less.”

A slow smile touches her mouth. “You are very sure of yourself.”

“Usually for a reason.”

Blair glances toward the windows. The sunset has started to turn the glass gold around, and for a few seconds she just watches it.

I let her have the silence instead of filling it.

After a moment, she exhales softly and looks back at me. “You make this very difficult.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

“I’m sure you have.”

I smile, but stay where I am. “You’re still thinking about it.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “That doesn’t mean you’re winning.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping score.”