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Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” Surprise tinged with hurt bloomed in my chest.

“That bad?” From what I remembered, our first meeting had been fairly standard. I’d said a total of two words to him. “No.” The word was a rough caress against my skin. “That good.”

I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”

“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.”