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“I’m always thinking, Chosen.” He reaches inside his truck and comes back with a pen. He pulls a business card from his wallet.
“What are you doing?”
“I figure since you’re so interested in me—”
“I’m interested in your story,” I promptly correct, trying to keep myself in check. I feel nothing for this man. I’m only after the truth.
A smile slips over his lips as if he knows I’m full of shit. Yes. I want to know everything about Felix Daxon, and I hate him for it.
He writes on the card. “Meet me here on Wednesday at seven.” He holds out the card.
I snatch it and look down at the address scribbled on it. “A.m. or p.m.?”
He steps close into my personal space.
I skid back and hit the SUV.
He follows, pinning me against it with the threat of his body nearly touching mine.
“P.m.,” he says in a low, husky tone. His eyes drop to my mouth. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t like me?”
“I don’t have any feelings about you. Like I said…” I pause until his eyes rise to mine. “I’m only interested in your story.”
“And what story is that?”
“The truth.”
“Truth?” He scrutinizes, his eyes icing over. “I could tell you the truth, and you could believe it to be a lie.” He places his hand on the vehicle to the left of me, leaning in toward my body. “Or I could tell you a lie, and you could believe it. How would you know which is which?”
“The truth always prevails.” Like the way my body reacts to him.
“Yes. I agree. The truth is the truth. It stands out naked and vulnerable for all who choose to see it.” He pinches my chin, lowering his lips nearly to mine. “But a lie is stronger. It fights harder to stay alive.”
Fuck! That mouth. I want to lean in the short distance it’d take to land my lips on his. But I’m not making that mistake again. “Are you saying I can’t trust you to tell me the truth?”
“Trust?” He veers back from the dangerous closeness of our lips and chuckles. “I think you may have to like me just a little before we talk about trust, don’t you, Chosen?” He runs his thumb along the curve of my jaw. “Or am I dealing with Luna Moon, the reporter, tonight?”
I gaze up into his challenging eyes, hissing from the inside out.
“The one who kissed me at the bar? So which is it? Chosen or Luna.” His head tilts down, gradually diminishing the distance between our mouths. He stops just before our lips touch. “Maybe, I can get her to like me just a little.”
“Screw off.” I jerk my head from his hypnotic, heated touch and storm away.
I hear him laughing behind me. “Good night, whoever you are.”
I rush to my car, listening to his SUV skidding in the background.
It’s fine. Let him go.
I’m done following his arrogant, oppressive ass tonight.
Who the hell does he think he is?
He’s playing mind games with me.
The truth is vulnerable.
A lie is strong.
