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For heaven's sake.

He takes another bite, entirely unaware of my suffering.

Or pretending to be.

"I thought about what you said," I tell him.

Vex lowers his fork.

"Yeah?"

"Last night."

"Remember."

"Good."

His attention settles on me.

My face warms.

Well. So much for conducting a sensible conversation before breakfast is even finished.

"Kierra."

I meet his eyes.

"What'd you decide?"

I could bury the answer under another joke. Let him come to me. Make him guess, then complain about the guessing.

I'm a professional woman with a functioning vocabulary.

I should use it.

"That I want you."

He goes still.

Not the uncomfortable kind of stillness.

The kind that makes me suddenly aware of how quiet the cabin has become.

"Sure about that, darlin'?"

"Very."

His jaw shifts.

"Fuck, Kierra."

My pulse skips.

I set down my fork.

"Well?"

His eyes narrow slightly.