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Just as I closed it, Aainst the door and repeated my earlier sentiment "She didn’t h "I knohat she was trying to say I’ht Sorry But wipe that smirk off your face"

"What smirk?"

I pointed to it "That one"

He tried to wipe it aith a swipe of his hand, to no avail

"And just for the record, Ans to hi over before sobering and asking, "Do you think that’s how her teacher really taught her to say ‘I am very special’?"

I hadn’t considered that "Probably not Unless, of course, she worked her way through college as a call girl"

His shoulders shook; then he paused, sobered, and looked to the side I felt it, too A heat wafting toward us We both watched as Reyes topped the stairs, his gait like that of a panther Every race of a predator

His gaze virtually sparkled when it landed on me

"Mr Farrow," I said as he passed

He renition in his eyes "Ms Davidson," he said before nodding at Quentin as he strode past He went to his apartment, closed the door slowly

"I can see hiuarded, his expression wary "I can see who he is What he’s made of

"Made of?" I asked

"He’s dark," he said, suspicion per every word "It surrounds hi like it"