“I thought you’d know. You seem to have been here before….” “I’ve been many places before.” “So you’ve said,” I replied, remembering how I’d thought he’d looked too young to have accomplished so much—that his boasts were merely hot air. Now I wasn’t so sure. “When were you here?” His eyes caught a glint of sunlight, and he turned, grinning at me. “The more I tell you, the less charming you’ll find me.” I rolled my eyes, but a bloom of heat prickled my neck. “I don’t find you charming.”
