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How did he know about me taking over the Rooster? The only explanation was that he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he had eyes all over town. “Yes.”
“Then I will be here, too,” he said, “looking after my proper…”
I narrowed my eyes. “You were just about to call me your property. Werncha?”
“You caught me.”
I leaned into the bar, closer to him. “I ain’t your property, Stark,” I sassed again. “And neither is this bar. Now get on your way. I’m busy.”
His pale eyes flickered with curiosity.
Had my con worked? I wanted him to believe he didn’t terrify me and that my racing heart was in response to his handsome face. The way I saw it, my chances of him letting his guard down were far greater if he thought I secretly wanted him. A little game of hard-to-get was in order.
My heart continued pounding away, knowing a vicious killing machine was standing two feet away.A vampire. A real-life fucking vampire.
Lord, I needed to stop swearing. What would Mamma say?
She’d say, “Who gives a flying weasel about your language, Masie. You need to fight this predator. You need to stay focused.”Which meant I had to try harder to sell my story.
I quickly shifted my gaze to the bulge in his jeans.
He laughed. “You are a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”
My gaze bolted up to meet his eyes. “You need to go now.” I feigned embarrassment.
Smiling, he dipped his head. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. And the night after that and after that until—”
“I already told you, leave,” I barked. “But let me add: don’t come back.”
I could hear Maybell gasp.
Stark’s eyes narrowed, and his lips went flat. I could see the anger behind his pale eyes.
I had gone too far, but I couldn’t backpedal. Not now. I was selling a story, and he needed to bite. Not literally, I hoped.
I cleared my throat, deciding to double down. “Look, I see that you’re used to getting your way, Stark. It’s clear as, well, night, in your case. But I am not for sale. I am not a mountain to be conquered, and I don’t give a devil’s left nut how good-looking you are. You can’t have me.” I whispered, “So if you ain’t good with that, kill me now. Because my feelings are what they are.” I folded my arms over my chest.
“You are…serious?”
Clearly, he didn’t believe me. I twisted my neck to one side, exposing my flesh. “Do it. Go ahead. I ain’t scared of nothing except being owned by a man who thinks he’s some sorta god—doing what he likes, when he likes. I’d rather die.”
He stared as if he’d been punched in his soul.
After a long moment, I lowered my head while he sat there looking dumbfounded. “You…are…just like her.”
“Who?” I hoped he meant his worst nightmare.
“My Anna.” His Adam’s apple bobbed on his strong neck. “She said those exact words when we first met.” He took a step back, a haunted look in his eyes.
No, no, no. I’d just given him proof that I was his reincarnated love? I only wanted to toy with him and learn what I was up against.
On the other hand, having him believe I was Anna two-point-oh might get me to the goal line faster.
I played along. “I just speak from the heart like Mamma taught me.”
He took two more steps back, his face a poster child for shock. “I must go.”
“Suitcherself, Stark.” I shrugged coyly.
