Ayla’s POV
Cute? I was not cute. I was frustrated and he was deliberately avoiding my question and none of this was amusing.
I typed furiously: "Stop dodging. Answer the question."
"Maybe I will," he said, still grinning. "Eventually. When the time is right."
When the time is right? What kind of answer was that?
I was about to type something much less polite when he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You should know, Ayla, I'm very good at keeping secrets. But I'm also very good at sharing them with the right people at the right time."
His eyes held mine and I saw something flicker there but before I could process that, he straightened and his teasing expression returned. "Besides, where's the fun in just telling you everything right away? Don't you like a little mystery?"
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