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"I don't know. Do you?"

"No."

"So why me?" she asked. "Is it because of the Flynn connection?"

"It started out that way."

"And now?"

"Now?" I said. "It's complicated. And believe me. Idowant to see you." I paused. "Butafterthe tour."

She frowned. "Why after?"

"Because you're too smart for your own good."

"Oh, so now you're flattering me?"

"If I wanted to flatter you, I can think of better ways."

"Like what?"

"You really wanna know?"

She gave a tight shrug. "Sure, why not?"

"All right," I said. "But remember, you asked."

Chapter 46

Becka

As I stared at him from the passenger's seat, I was dying to hear what he'd actually say.Pathetic, I know.

Who knows, maybe he wouldn't say anything. Maybe this was all one senseless game, where he got off on seeing me dance to his twisted tune.

He was good at that.

But this time, I was ready.

I gave him a no-nonsense look.Go ahead. Bring it on, Smart Guy.

Finally, he said, "You know what? Screw flattery. I'm gonna tell you the truth."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

He frowned. "You make me happy."

I studied his face. "Yeah, I can tell."

"I'm not happynow," he clarified.

"Why not?"

"Because the timing sucks."

It sounded like an excuse, a brush-off, a way to make me leave without hurting my feelings. As far as flattery, it was seriously lacking. I looked away, eyeing the parking lot ahead. "So, are you done?"

"Not by a longshot." His voice softened. "Becka, look at me."