“What, then, is your favorite color?” He grinned. “You’re going to waste your question on that?” “I only get one question?” “More than fair, considering you’re granting me none.” Benedict leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting. “And the answer is blue.” “Why?” “Why?” he echoed. “Yes, why? Is it because of the ocean? Or the sky? Or perhaps just because you like it?” Benedict eyed her curiously. It seemed such an odd question—why his favorite color was blue. Everyone else would have taken blue for an answer and left it at that. But this woman—whose name he still didn’t even know—went deeper,
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