She moved into his touch, but just for a moment, and then settled back, her eyes full of misgiving. “Do you realize this is the most you’ve ever talked to me?”
“Not true.”
“Okay, when have we had a decent conversation?”
“Back in New York.” He tried not to stare at the way her nipples had ripened. But then again, what the hell. She was the one making a game of this.
“When?”
“Many times.”
“Give me a for instance.” She folded her arms across her chest, cutting off his view.
“I spoke to you nearly every day.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, right. Good morning, Sara. See you tomorrow, Sara. Is Dakota in her office? Have her call me when she gets in. Have you finished typing the Murphy briefs?” With a resigned shake of her head, she added, “I stand corrected. You talked to me all the time.”
The earlier sarcasm had been much easier to take. She was being unreasonable. “The office is no place for small talk.”
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