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“What the hell else was I supposed to think?”

“Dani,” he laughs, actuallylaughs. “I walked away from that woman whose face I can’t even remember because from the second I saw you, for every fucking momentsince—there hasn’t been anyone in my head butyou.” He laughs again. “You might as well live there now.”

I feel the air rush out of my lungs, anything I might have been about to say spilling out of my head to leave me with no thoughts. Of all the things I thought Ezra might say, they hadn’t even come close tothat.

“Well,” I say finally, my voice thick. “That’s a good line, I’ll give you that.”

“No,” he sighs. “It’s just the truth. As exhausting as you are, I can’t seem to stop chasing you. Even if I wish you’d do a bit of the chasing every once in a while.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and like the coward I’m beginning to suspect that I am, I change the subject.

“It’s my turn,” I say shakily.

“Right,” he answers wearily. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

“I just have one more,” I tell him. “Request Number Seventeen. You objected on the basis that itseeks information protected by attorney work product, attorney-client privilege, and/or materials prepared in anticipation of litigation. You need to give me a privilege log if you’re holding something back.”

“Of course. I can do that.”

“Good. Well.”

I reach for my phone then, holding it close and feeling caught by the way I’m slowly becoming uncomfortable with the idea of this conversation ending like it’s so obviously about to, without any real answers and still a wide void between us. One I’m not even sure I want anymore. Everything in my head is so messed up.

“Actually,” I say quietly, unable to help myself. “One more thing.”

Ezra sounds almost eager for it. “Yeah?”

“Has there been anyone else? Since we started doing this?”

I’ve never asked, and he’s never offered. I know it makes me sound weak and needy, just like I know how much I’ve wondered about it does the same thing. But I can’t help it. With everything he’s told me tonight…I have to know.

Ezra’s sigh is long and loud, and my fingers are shaking, holding the speaker close to my ear so I can’t possibly miss his answer. “I told you, Dani,” he says carefully. “I haven’t been able to see anyone else but you since the night I laid eyes on you.”

There’s fear bubbling in my chest at his words, at the implication of them, but there’s a giddiness there too. One that’s foreign. One I don’t know what to do with. “Yeah?”

“How could I?” His voice is lower now, and I close my eyes asit washes against my ear where I’m holding my phone close. “Everything about you is a fucking dream. You’re so smart. Even when you’re using that big brain to kick my ass, I’m in awe of you. You’re so beautiful it damn near hurts to look at you. All I think about is touching you, tasting you. I can barely get anything done most days without thinking about it.”

I swallow thickly, feeling a slow throb building between my legs despite everything. “What do you think about?”

“I think about the sounds you make when I’m inside you; they’re so soft, like you don’t want to let them go. It drives me crazy knowing you can’t help it. That I’m the one making you lose that carefully crafted control you cling to.”

I want to argue with him, it’s always my first instinct, but surprisingly, there is an even more overwhelming urge to hear more.

“What else?”

“Your mouth. Not even about how soft it is, how good it feels on mine—although I do think about that a lot too—but just…you’re so damned sharp, Dani. I’ve never met anyone who could go toe-to-toe with me like you do. Ineverknow what to expect from you, and I fucking love it. Even when you’re scowling at me, or cutting into me, all it makes me want to do is get closer to you. Honestly, I feel like maybe I’m some sort of masochist at this point.”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “Maybe you are.”

“I think it’s just you,” he utters, breathy and soft. “You’re in my head, and I don’t know how to get you out. I don’t even think I want to.”

I suck in a breath; that throbbing between my legs is an allover sensation now. Especially in my chest. I would be afraid of it if I could feel anything outside the steadythump thumpof my heart.

Neither of us says anything for a long time, and I suspect it’s because neither of us knowswhatto say.

But it’s Ezra who finally breaks the silence. “I should let you go.”

“Oh.” Why do I feel disappointed? “Right.”