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I blink.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

His expression darkens.

“Jesus Christ, no.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face.

“You’re not some woman I picked up at a bar.”

“Well, technically, you bought me at an auction.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“For seventy-five thousand dollars.”

“Autumn.”

“Very expensive first date.”

He exhales through his nose.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I smile.

“Seems appropriate, considering your nickname.”

He doesn’t smile back.

Instead, he cups my cheek.

“I’m not taking you to bed until you understand what you’re getting into.”

I laugh softly.

“I know exactly who you are, Gray.”

He shakes his head.

“No, Pumpkin. You remember who I was.”

I touch the scar near his temple.

He goes still.

“I know who you are now, too.”

For a moment, he looks like he might argue.

Instead, he presses his forehead against mine.