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His gaze narrows.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?”

“Lady.”

My eyes snap upward. One dark eyebrow rises.

“My eyes are up here.”

Heat explodes across my cheeks.

Oh, Goddess.

Caught.

“I know where your eyes are.”

“Didn't seem like it.”

I glare at him. A corner of his mouth twitches. The bastard is enjoying this.

“And I said,” he continues, stepping closer, “how much do you want for this dump?”

Dump?

My attraction dies a swift and violent death.

Mostly.

I glance at my ramshackle inheritance. The gargoyle chooses that exact moment to scratch its ass.

Traitor.

My hackles rise anyway.

“Sorry. I didn't get your name.”

“I didn't give it.”

“Right.”

I cross my arms. His eyes drop. Straight to my cleavage.

Aha.

I wait. He stares for exactly two seconds too long before dragging his gaze back to mine.

Now it's my eyebrow that goes up.

His jaw clenches.

“My eyes are up here,” I remind him sweetly.

Something flashes in those red-and-black depths.

“Touché.”