“Ah, so you admit that you have an ego.” “A small one.” I pinch two fingers together. “Yes, yes, I know. I’m trying to change that. No one likes altruism, Winnifred. It’s such a boring trait.” “Is that why you gave me a billboard? To prove to me that I’m vain?” I press. He steps forward, his mouth a breath away from my ear. The back of my neck blossoms in goose bumps, and my breathing becomes labored. “Maybe I simply needed a bait to lure you into the conversation you walked away from that night at the Pierre. Have I succeeded?”
