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I gave him my back. Doing my damnedest to control my fury. I walked to his room because I didn’t want him anywhere near mine. I stepped in and he followed. I rounded and shut the door. Turning a furious glare on him. “I know what you’ve done.”

“Do you?” He hadn’t stopped grinning.

“I knew you were conniving...But this...”

“What exactly are you accusing me of, Allie Kat?” He gave me a wink as he used the dreaded nickname.

My palm itched to slap his smug face. I was staring at him shaking.

He strolled over to his bed.

I was on his heels. So mad I could barely muster the words to articulate every move he’d made just today.

He absentmindedly picked up his acoustic guitar and his nimble fingers strummed the wires while he looked at me patiently.

What I have to say matters so little, he’s only willing to give me half his attention.

I reached down and swatted his hand off the strings.

“Ooh.” His lips pursed and his eyes flew to mine. “Feisty.”

But there was a light in his eyes that indicated he was very interested in the fact that I’d just slapped his hand.

Why?

“You-you...” I started.

He yawned balefully. “I what?”

“You dragged me to that race because you knew I had to go.”

His head dropped and he watched his fingers go back to lightly plucking the strings. “I knew Tomboy had to be there.”

He paused and lifted his head to level that blue gaze on me. “If she wanted to have a chance at beating me...Unfortunately...She didn’t anyway.”

“Grrrrr!” I growled.

His lips quirked and his brows lifted flirtatiously. “Now that’s a fun sound.”

“Eric! Can you be serious for once?”

“I am being serious.” He set the guitar aside and stood. Towering over me as he dropped his face to mine. “Deadly serious.”

“You took me there because you knew I was her.”

“Yes.”

“Then made a bet with me that she’d lose because you were so sure you’d beat me.”

“Yes.”

“Then you challenged me, knowing you’d win.”

“Yes.” He tilted his head in a grudging nod.

“And you refused to cash in on your wins of the bet to have me be your slave this week.”

“Yes.”

“Because you want it to be next week.”

He blinked slowly but didn’t deny it.

“When we’re alone in this house...”

“Yes.”