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Too fast.

“Oh, that makes it better?”she fires back, voice sharper than before.

“I don’t know.Does it?”

Her jaw clenches.“Jesus, you are infuriating.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She lets out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking her head.“You don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it.”

“I don’t want to.”

And that?That one stings.

BecauseIdo.

I want to understand.I want to get it, to know why every damn thing I do seems to hit a nerve with her.

Hell, I wanna know why she can’t just open the goddamn envelope and forgive me already?

And I want to know why—why even now, even when we’re standing here, practically snarling at each other in her stupidly pristine kitchen, I still can’t seem to let it go.

We’re close now.

Somewhere between our back-and-forth, we got too close.

And maybe she notices it at the same time I do, because suddenly, she shifts.Her breath is shallow, her posture tense.Her fingers twitch at her sides, like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

And me?

I should step back.

I should give her room.

But I don’t.

Instead, my fingers graze hers—just barely.

Not enough to call it an accident.

Not enough to ignore.

She freezes.

We both stare down at the point of contact.

And for a second—a split second—the air between us shifts.

Then she jerks her hand back like I just electrocuted her.

“What the—” She takes a full step away, bumping into the counter.“I—God, just move.”

She won’t look at me.Which is interesting.

Because Anna Chang is a lot of things, but she’s not the type to back down.Not from a fight.Not from an argument.And definitely not from me.