“How can you tell when I’m nervous?” I grinned. “You have a tell.” “What is it?” he asked, tilting his head slightly—unintentionally endearing. “I’m not giving that away,” I said, leaning forward, taking a slow drag. “Why not?” he protested. “I like having that over you. Maybe you can offer something in return,” I suggested. His smile faded a bit. Perhaps I’d pushed too far. “Like what?” he challenged, surprising me. I’d expected him to back off. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I replied casually. “I thought you liked calling the shots,” he teased, taking another drag. My heart
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