My mouth twists. “If you’re going to continually lie about wanting me, at least try to make it believable.” “You know,” she says calmly, “there is still plenty of time for me to throw you overboard.” “See, I knew you couldn’t go more than a couple days without threatening me.” She turns to face me then, folding her legs so they rest against mine. “Because I know how much you like it.” “How very thoughtful of you.”
