“With some convincing, maybe I would,” I said. I swallowed hard, replayed what I’d just said, and made a mental note to strike that from my permanent memory banks if I ever had a chance. She laughed. It was a tinkling, dignified sound. She put her long fingers on the small of my back and slid me into the house, letting the door close behind us. “Be careful with me,” she said. “I’ve got a reputation for being persuasive, and you’re tempting me to be very persuasive.”
