Page 172 of Playing Dirty


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I finally turned slightly.

Not fully.

Just enough to see him.

“Why,” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Thatpause again.

Then:

“Because I don’t like mistakes.”

That should’ve been simple.

It wasn’t.

Because it didn’t sound like arrogance.

It sounded like habit.

Mason

She was looking at me again.

Not challenging.

Just trying to understand something I didn’t usually say out loud.

I moved toward the desk again.

Carefully this time.

Not passing behind her.

Not crossing space too fast.

Just occupying it properly.

“You make it sound like everything is a risk,” she said.

“It is.”

“Even this?”

That made me pause.

Because I knew what she meant.

This room.

This moment.

Us.

I didn’t answer immediately.