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"Anything."

I fold my arms around myself. "Tell me about your worst relationship experience."

Chapter Twelve

Declan

She wants to know about my romantic past. I suppose I owe her that much, considering the painful memories she related to me. Her ex-husband sounds like a right bastard. The way she destroyed his wardrobe was brilliant, and it gave me more insight into the enigmatic woman I've kissed, shagged, and chased through the streets of London.

No, it was more than a shag. I made love to Sabrina Remington in my suite at the Savoy, then again in my flat. What does that mean? For now, I don't care.

So, I focus on the present---and the woman who has enthralled me. I peel her arms away from her midsection, clasping her hands. "Why don't we find a taxi and go back to my flat?"

Her gaze narrows. "To do what?"

"Fuck, of course."

She scowls at me. "You're trying to trick me into sleeping with you again. That's not the game, Declan. It isn't what we agreed to. You are supposed to chase me."

"I've caught you twice. Isn't that enough?"

The moment I spoke those words, I realized my mistake. But understanding came too late.

Sabrina lifts her chin, straps her arms over her chest, and puckers her lips. "Play the game or walk away. Your choice, jackass."

That word---jackass---actually stung this time. How strange.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "All right, all right. I'll play this your way, Sabrina. But don't think for a second I'm not aware of what you're doing."

She quirks an eyebrow, a challenge dancing in those emerald eyes. "Oh? And what exactly am I doing, Mr. Know-It-All?"

"You're scared," I say softly, taking a step closer. "Scared of what this might become if we let it."

For a moment, her façade cracks, and I see a flicker of vulnerability in her expression. But it's gone as quickly as it materialized.

"Scared?" She huffs, with a faint tremble in her voice. "Please. I eat fear for breakfast."

I decide to push a little further. "Then prove it. Have dinner with me tonight."

Sabrina's lips part as if she's about to speak. But she clamps them shut again instead. After a moment, she smiles with devious intent.

What is Bree plotting now?

"Okay," she says. "I'll have dinner with you and get naked with you too. On one condition."

"I accept your condition."

"But I haven't told you what it is yet."

With a careless shrug of my shoulder, I pretend as if I don't give a fuck about anything. And I step closer until we're nearly touching. "Doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I'm game."

A mixture of surprise and intrigue flickers across her face. She recovers quickly, though.

"Sure about that, Mr. Confident?" She trails a finger down my chest. "Here's the deal. You have to catch me. For real this time. But first, answer one question for me."

"Ask away, darling."

"How have you been able to find me so quickly? Twice I ran away, and you gave me a long head start. Do you have psychic powers, Mr. Wilde?"