he might misread as female fascination, she moved farther away and crossed her arms in the universal body language of disinterest.
She’d been read like a book, she saw when the corners of his mouth lifted. He knew he interested her. Maybe the Nazaari people had it right all these centuries, she thought, irritated with herself. Segregating the sexes and veiling the women from men’s eyes made life a lot less complicated. “Is change so desirable then?” she asked.
“Would you rather accept limits to your freedom than deal with what is between us?” he answered her question with his own.
“Of course not.” Too late, she saw the trap. “I mean, there’s nothing…”
He moved so quickly that he was alongside her on the sofa before she could react. “We both know there is. The kind of connection between us is rare, and not to be denied.”
“Perhaps in your culture, Your Highness.”
“In any culture. I notice you use my title when you want to create a barrier between us.”
Whatever worked, she thought, all too afraid that nothing would. He wasn’t touching her or making any move to do so, but she felt his nearness in every fiber of her being. And wanted more, pity help her.
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