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“You’re trying to find out if we talk to each other.” He goes on, “Sizing up the enemy?”
Almost everything he says sets a buzz jangling somewhere in my body. Usually with obscene thoughts and tingles fluttering in the mix. Can I risk trying to attract two of the men? Or even all three?
Could I play them against each other? Even get them to fight over me?
That idea fires up dark thrills.
But could I? Get them distracted enough so I can get free? I have to be careful what I think around this one especially. The way his eyes glint and flash tells me, his whiskers and antennae are highly sensitive.
I pause a spoonful of fruit and yogurt halfway to my mouth. “Why would you put it that way?”
He gives me a look that I can feel all the way down my front and all over me. “You could have just asked if we discussed you, rather than trying to trick it out.”
“You caught me.”
“I like it.”
“Okay. Well, you do seem to have me here as a captive.”
“You haven’t tried to go anywhere.”
“If I tried, would you let me?”
“Um… No.”
“Would you stop me?”
“Honestly?” His head tips to one side. He’s like a cat watching a mouse when he’s holding the mouse’s tail with his paw. “It wouldn’t take much to stop you right now. Standing up seems to need a fairly colossal effort of will. Eat up, do some running on the spot and scissor jumps for a few days. Then at least there will be some fun in it.”
“And you’re not going to tell me who you are? Who any of you are, or even who I am?”
He takes another look at me. “You heard what the doctor said, right?”
“You don’t all seem to agree with him.”
“No. But he is the doctor.”
“None of you strike me as natural doing what you’re told types.”
“Oh?” his head tilts again as he leans forward. “So, tell me how we do strike you.”
“You strike me as three men who are accustomed to making their own rules.”
“Interesting. Anything else?”
“You in particular, I would guess that you are the youngest. You’re the maverick. I’d say you were the black sheep, but youdon’t look like a family to me.” As I say that, I feel a slow twist in my gut.
I’ve struck something. I don’t know if I stayed relaxed enough to keep it from registering in my eyes or if he will have picked up on it. His face gives nothing away. Naturally.
Shifting tack, I tell him, “I think you’re probably a chess player.”Maybe poker, too, but there’s no point laying all my cards out at once. He seems like a man with the analytical skills as well as the discipline for both. But I’m only talking to try and cover the bump.
Whatever it was that I stumbled into, I’ll have to save it. I don’t want to think about it now. I don’t know how well I can hide my reactions from him. Just thinking about how clever he is makes me tingle. I can’t even tell whether it’s excitement or fear that’s sparking the sensations.
Keeping this body of mine under any kind of control is not going to be easy. Not around any of these men.
After I’ve eaten half a Danish, I drink a cup of coffee.
“Was the coffee okay?”
