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I studied him carefully, wondering what he was getting at. There had been a brief leak about
Lissa's fragile mental health, but it had been well-contained. Most people had forgotten about it
or assumed it was a lie.
"I've got to go." I decided avoidance was the best tactic just now.
"Are you sure?" He sounded only mildly disappointed. Mostly he seemed as cocky and amused
as before. Something about him still intrigued me, but whatever it was, it wasn't enough to
combat everything else I was feeling, or to risk discussing Lissa. "I thought it was time for the
grown-ups to talk. Lots of grown-up things I'd like to talk about."
"It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled.
"I suppose that's fair." He drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think
they make me look sexy."
"I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line."
He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait
to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while
bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak."
"If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." I
jerked open the door. "Good night, Adrian."
"I'll see you soon."
"Not likely. I told you, I'm not into older guys."
I walked into the lodge. As the door closed, I just barely heard him call behind me, "Sure, you
aren't."