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She reached for her cup and held it in a tight grip in front of her. “I have a feeling you’ll be fine if you don’t get your way just this once.”
He couldn’t argue with that. She made a good case, and really, she’d poked at his curiosity until he couldn’t stop thinking about her or her cousin. And he should leave it at that. Make the deal, go away and check in later. But should was a strange word . . .
He reached into his pocket and slipped out the small card he’d placed there in the car ride over. “Here.”
She looked at the block lettering then turned it over. Then did it again. “What’s this?”
“My phone number.”
She flipped the card around. “It’s actually just a number. No name.”
“Weird.” She dropped it on the table as if it were on fire. “Look, I get that you’re hot and all. Not to me, of course, but how someone who never actually heard you speak could find you to be—”
“What are you talking about?” He almost preferred the fidgeting to the babbling.
“I was trying to coddle that fragile ego of yours, but truth is I’m not interested.”
It took him a second for his brain to catch up. He smiled, not because of what she said but because the thought of the card being about something else even popped into her mind. Very interesting. “It’s for you to contact me if you get any more information.”
Her face actually fell. “Oh.”
“It’s private. Only I answer it.” Only a handful of people shared that access. Most had a work number or another cell number he used for cases with particular clients and his employees. This one truly belonged to a very small circle.
She turned the card around and studied it. Ran her fingers over the numbers. “You know I could do a reverse search on this and find out everything about you.”
“No, you couldn’t.” She continued to underestimate him, which was an odd sensation. No one else did that. Of course, few others ever stood up to him and he couldn’t think of anyone other than Garrett who would have the nerve to track him down.
She shrugged. “I have resources.”
He knew anything he said would sound condescending, so he kept as close to the facts as possible. “They aren’t better than mine. I guarantee it.”
“Huh.” She turned over the card, looked at every angle one last time, before pocketing it.
He had no idea what point she was trying to make. “Which means what?”
“We have a deal.”
“Good.” But he wasn’t sure it was. She’d gotten what she wanted and letting that happen could prove difficult going forward.
She tilted her head to the side again. “So, do I still call you Brian or are you going to tell me your real name?”
He decided that was his signal to leave. He should have dropped the card and walked out five minutes ago, but something about her made him want to linger . . . and that was enough to make him get up now.
He took the coffee with him. No reason to waste that. “I’ll be in touch.”
She nodded. “I’ll count on that.”