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A beat.
Then—
“You talk to Him a lot?” he asks.
I freeze.
Slowly turn back.
“Yes,” I say. “Someone has to keep me from making bad decisions.”
His mouth twitches.
“Seems like that’s not working.”
Oh.
Oh, he did not.
I step closer.
Too close.
On purpose this time.
“Funny,” I say softly. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
There’s a spark there.
Sharp. Dangerous.
Alive.
He doesn’t back up.
Of course he doesn’t.
Because Jase Dalton doesn’t back up from anything.
Especially not me.
Mistake.
Big mistake.
Because for a second—
Just one—
I forget everything else.
The danger.
The mission.
The fact that people are actively trying to kill me.
All I can think about is—
