It was a sunrise grin—slow and warm and bright. He looked absurdly, beatifically pleased with her response.
It was the exact opposite reaction she’d been going for.
Don’t smile at me, she ordered.
“Do you want to know what I think?” he asked, ignoring her. “I think you’re more interested in me than you’re willing to admit.”
Don’t flatter yourself. I keep my enemies close.
“That’s not it,” he said. “You like me.”