Chapter 19

• She turned, dropping the cloth, crossing her arms as if that could shield her. "My papers? You never got back to me. It's wonderful of you to pretend I don't exist after I held up my end of the deal. A couple of days has turned into weeks; that makes you a con artist."
• He laughed—sharp, sudden, catching her off guard. His eyes shimmered with humor. "Con artist," he repeated, savoring the word. "That's a first. I sometimes forget how charming you become when things don't go your way."
• "You said—"