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Not So Easily Forgotten
When she didn’t respond, he leaned over far enough to tip up her chin.
“Are you implying now that you left to somehow benefit me?” He was clearly incredulous. His eyes holding a hard glint that told her he was furious at the mere concept.
It's pure idiocy.
“I didn’t say anything like that” She was looking everywhere but at him.
“Don’t play word games with me and then pretend I’m foolish enough not to catch your meaning.” Giving her a long look, he added. “Please remember we’re not new acquaintances.”
“I’m trying to forget.”
Go ahead and keep trying.
“I’m not about to let you.” He straightened in his saddle, leather creaking.
She felt his assessing gaze but couldn’t bring herself to meet it.
Because she knows I'll see straight through all her little games. The sharp lines of his jaw tightened. A muscle in his cheek ticked.
***
“What do you mean?
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