“Us.” She snorted. “Us? There is no us.” She waved her hand, her palm facing me. “The mark is gone. We don’t work together anymore. Remember?” “Is that all I was to you? Work?” “Listen, it was fun. We messed around, but it doesn’t have to be a thing. You know, I thought, given your history, you would understand?” “My history?” “You’ve had flings before. Remember? I’ve seen them.” She tapped a finger against her temple, smiling slightly.
