Page 44 of Auctioned to the Devil

“And?”

“They respect boundaries.”

“Boundaries or imminent death?”

“Same result.”

She laughs. “That’s not normal.”

“Works.”

“I can talk to men.”

“Never said you couldn’t.”

“Would it bother you?”

I look at her. She tries to sound casual and fails.

“You flirting with them?”

“If I wanted to.”

“Do you?”

“Maybe.”

I step closer.

Her smile falters.

“Then go ahead.”

She blinks. “You don’t care?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re free to do whatever you want.”

I take the basket from her hand.

“But if you’re trying to make me jealous, city girl, you’re going to find out exactly how bad an idea that is.”

Heat moves into her cheeks.

“I’m not trying to make you jealous.”

“Good.”

“You’re not my real boyfriend.”

“I know.”

“This is pretend.”

“I know.”