“I’m in your brain, stalker.” She grins. “I’m all up in your gray matter. I bet you can taste me.” She’s baiting me. Why? Hell, I don’t really understand why she’s reaching out to me at all. A smart woman would cut all ties. A truly smart woman would never have gotten involved with me in the first place. Good for me Posy is a smart woman with one hell of an Achilles heel.
