The spell breaks. I stiffen and pull back. “Do those kinds of lines work on other women?” Rafe drags a hand through his inky hair, one side of his smile tipping up, though his smile is more sardonic than happy. “On everyone but you.” I poke a finger into his chest. “And that’s why you’re after me, isn’t it? Because I’m the only one who has ever told you no.” He glances away. “I do love a good chase.”
