It can’t be what I’m thinking of. Right?
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quickly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t respond. He just sat there, smirking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking—and he probably did.
My brain short-circuited as I tried to come up with a way to end this conversation before I completely self-combusted.
“Well,” I said finally, standing up so quickly that my chair nearly toppled over. “This has been... enlightening. But I really should be going now.”
He didn’t try to stop me, which was almost worse. As I turned to leave, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that smirk was still plastered on his face.
“Goodnight, Ms. Hayes,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Goodnight, Mr. Hale,” I muttered, practicall
