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my question.”

    He leaned toward me and smiled. “Have a cherry.” Pushing my glass towards me, he added, “Then I’ll answer anything you want.”

    The cherry was just as tasty as the last, but my effort to eat it was less than seductive. I didn’t take my eyes off his. “Why do you call me ‘doll’? Do you not know my name? Is it your pet name for all the girls? What?” My irritation was obvious. Crap. I forgot that Stones keep their emotions in check. Breathe, Willow. Just breathe…
    “Whoa!” He joked. “That was way more than one question.” He reached out and cupped the side of my face, a gesture that no doubt was meant to reassure me. It did, dammit. “You look like a china doll to me...those beautiful big green eyes, that long blonde hair. My sister had so many collectibles, but one of her favorites...looked remarkably like I imagine you did as a child. And I have never ever called another by that pet name.” Smiling at me warmly, he released my face. Standing suddenly straighter, confident that he had put my fears at ease, he spoke once more. “Ready to play?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.
    “Fine. I need my phone. Let’s get this over with.” Then I let out a huge sigh to show that I was treating this as a necessary evil. How could I admit that more than a small part of me was looking forward to his line of questioning? He was so...dangerous. Wyatt was everything that I had been warned against my entire life. Here was a man that was not for me. Yet earlier, I had wanted him if only for the afternoon.

    Smiling widely, he asked his first question. “What is that paper you were so interested in?”

    Apparently, he was serious. He really did want to know about it. My face was already flushing as I struggled to articulate the most truthful of answers. I needed that phone! “Well, I’m trying to get a permanent position at the magazine writing a sex column. That paper was a list of things that I should know about if I’m going to get a chance to fill that position and perform in a respectable fashion.” Slowly, I exhaled. That should do it. Bravely, I held out my hand, palm up, waiting for the piece of the phone. Reaching inside his vest, he fumbled for a moment before passing me the screw from the top of the Lifeproof phone case. “Oh, hell,” I mumbled. “This is going to be a long game.”

“You should know by now that anything worth having is worth waiting for.” He winked at me. “Ready for the next question?”

    Seriously? I was still staring at the plastic gray screw rolling around in the palm of my hand. Looking up at him, I wondered aloud, “What’s your major?”

    He chuckled. “Come on, that’s the college equivalent of ‘what’s your sign.’ I expected so much more from you, Willow.” He studied me for a reaction.

    “Great. So you do know my name.” I sighed. “I genuinely need to know your major.” Crossing my arms on the bar, I prepared to explain. “If you are some kind of electrical engineering major, then I need to consider the phone a total loss and go buy another one. I’ll never be able to assemble it again. If, however, your major is just about anything else, I have a chance.” Raising an eyebrow, I repeated my question. “So, what’s your major, Wyatt?”

    Smiling widely, he said in a low voice. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say my name. I like it.” He ducked his head as he answered. “Engineering.”

    With a wave, I swiveled away from him on the stool and hopped down. Just as I started to walk away, he spoke once more.

    “Wait! It’s civil engineering. I was just messing with you!” There was a desperate edge to his voice. Could he possibly be invested in our little game?

    Turning slowly, I placed a hand on my hip. “So how many?”

    He looked bewildered as he struggled to respond. “How many what?”

    Closing the distance between us, I took one step after another as I spoke.