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“I do.” He slips his hands into his pockets. “I think I’m going to take some time off to focus on my personal life.”

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “You have one of those?”

“I’m attempting to.”

“Well, good to know.” I glance down at the roses. “This was my last night on this show.”

His expression changes instantly.

“Why?”

“Because I miss New York,” I admit. “And the director offered me a pay increase to come back for the role I left behind.”

“When were you planning to tell me that?”

“I’m sure Rachel would’ve told you within days of me landing at the airport.”

His lips curve into a smile. “I’ve never asked her to stalk you.”

“Because she knows you well enough to do it anyway.”

“Fair.”

Silence settles between us, but for once, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry I didn’t drop your father as a client,” he says. “I should’ve done it a lot sooner.”

“Like the night I first asked you to?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “A few weeks after that, though.”

“How romantic.”

“I’m being serious, Scarlett.”

“So am I.”

He gives me a look, and I smile.

“I know.” I step closer. “And I believe you.”

Something shifts in his expression.

For a man who can argue murderers out of prison and talk his way around almost anything, he suddenly doesn’t have a response.

I like him better this way.

“Are you going to ask me?” I say.

“Ask you what?” He arches a brow.

“If I’ve been with someone else.”

“No.” He trails a finger across my lips. “I know you haven’t.”

“You don’t know everything.”

“I know you.”