Page 32 of Too Good to Be True


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It was damnably attractive.

He was still terrible.

“Perhaps I don’t want a tour.”

“Oh, you want a tour, Miss Ryan. They all want tours.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“Anyone, not us.”

I studied him.

He let me.

Then again, he was probably used to all kinds of attention, completely comfortable with it.

It was his due.

“How often have you been around Daniel and Portia?” I asked.

“Since I dated her first, and he met her through me, often.”

Holy crap!

“You dated her first?” I breathed in horror, shocked Portia hadn’t shared this with me.

That put an entirely different spin on “some friends set us up.”

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened. My brother can be very incestuous when it comes to availing himself of what used to be mine. It comes from his competitive streak. That streak runs in the family, fortunately skipping me.”

I read between the lines and recited out loud what I read. “Then again, if you do everything perfectly, you don’t need to be competitive.”

Now I had a sly smile.

“You said it, I didn’t.”

Insufferable.

“Are you trying to chase me away?”

“Absolutely not, Miss Ryan. I like you. Very much.”

“You don’t know me very much.”

“I know you were seven minutes late, doing this thinking you were meeting my father, and that tells me quite a bit.”

It did, damn the man.

“You…and my sister,” I prompted.

“Two dates, and we didn’t fuck.”

His coarse language was another test, and I realized he’d been testing me since before I showed up.

“I’m not a game player,” I warned.

“I know this about you.”

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