Brendan frowned. “No.”
Emily leaned against the back of her chair. “Ah, well. This has nothing to do with me, though, does it? But here’s the thing. I always get what I want in a deal. I don’t do second best.”
“That’s not a problem,” answered Brendan. “I’ll give you anything I can.”
Emily’s voice dropped indicatively. “What if what I want… is you?”
Brendan’s eyes turned cold. He deadpanned. A beat later, he finally answered flatly, “You jest.”
The severity in his eyes made her heart stop fo