“You know, we never got to finish our dance.” She blinks at me. “That wasn’t an answer.” “That’s because we haven’t danced yet. You should know how this works by now, Gray. We dance; you get your answer. Or we don’t and, well, you’ll be left to ponder all your burning questions about me.” She huffs out a laugh. “You’re kidding. Not this again.” “Yes, this again.” I stand to my feet and walk over to where she sits on her stump. “So,” I hold out my hand to her with a lazy bow, “are we dancing or not, Gray?” She rolls her eyes, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at her lips. “Fine.” She
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