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There was so you free, but that was the thing with old sayings

Sometimes, they just didn’t make sense

Back to square one Why had she told him?

Maybe it was the way he’d taken charge of things today It wasn’t just that he’d supported her sudden decision not to take the test, it was that he’d flat-out said he refused to let her take it

It had been a kind of pronouncement

I am Caleb Wilde And I am in command here

The twenty-first-century woman in her should have balked, but she’d loved that he’d ain, if only for a little while

“Sage!” The doorknob rattled “If you’re sick—”

She stood straight, looked her reflection in the eye, then turned to the door, unlocked it and flung it open

“I’m fine,” she said calmly

He didn’t look convinced Well, ould he? She’d seen herself in the mirror Her face was pale, her hair was lank; she looked like the “before” part of a vitamin ad

“In that case,” he said, “we need to talk”

“We did talk”

“Not yet”

Here it was The handsouy she’d let turn her world inside-out was about to throw money at her in return for her promise to disappear from his life