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Audrey.”
    God help me, but I loved the way my name sounded coming out of his beautiful mouth.  
    “Because I felt responsible for you,” he said.
    “Why? Just because you happened to be the one who found me?”
    “I believe I answered my question, but no, that’s not why.”
    “Why?”
    He hit the start button.  
    “Let’s play for three questions this time,” I said, and Corbin grunted his assent.
    Corbin somehow managed to keep up with me and not get eaten, but I killed four times as many cannibals as he did. I was a little buzzed from the beer, and I flopped against the back of the couch.
    “Explain what you meant about feeling responsible.”
    “Technically not a question.” He shrugged, ran a hand through his mussed hair. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought he was uncomfortable. “I recognized you from the store. When I found the Most Wanted list, I realized you came out here for me. I felt responsible.”
    I bristled. “Did it ever occur to you that catching you is just another day on the job for me?”
    “Well, in that case, tell yourself I didn’t want to chance you ranting about me to whoever rescued you,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Next question.”
    I could tell from his tone of voice that he would say nothing else on the matter. Which was fine; I had an answer that made sense. He wanted to keep me close where I couldn’t hurt him. “Did you consider killing me?”
    “Not for a second. Next.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Is that your third question?”
    I shook my head fast. “My third question is… did you ogle me when you took off my clothes?” It came out weird, like I sorta hoped he had.
    He didn’t even have the decency not to laugh. “No way. You were like a drowned kitten. What kind of men have you been hanging out with?”
    The kind I can pick up in a dark bar and then walk away from. Maybe the sex wasn’t always great, but at least things never got messy. Under normal circumstances, I might have said it, but Corbin was different, somehow, maybe more likely to be turned off by the casual nature of things. That irritated me. He wasn’t following the script. I jammed my finger onto the start button.  
    “Hey, don’t I get any questions?” Corbin asked.
    “Not unless you win them,” I said, my voice mean.
    “You’re a stickler for the rules, aren’t you?”
    “Raise the bet to five questions?”
    “Make it ten.”
    I smiled, not even trying to make it look friendly. “Corbin, my questions aren’t going to get easier.”
    At first he played like he always had, but then something changed. He was smoking me. Panicked, I tried to catch up, but… “You hustled me!” I slumped back on the sofa. “I don’t believe it. That’ll teach me to bet against a—”
    “Chef,” he said lightly, smoothly, saving me from embarrassing us both. He smiled. “And the best part is, you can’t even ask because you’ll never win.”
    “You cheated.”
    He veered in close, his eyes teasing. “Really, Audrey? I said I’d played it a few days ago. You didn’t ask if I’d played before or after that.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “Beer?”
    “I’ll get it.”  
    While he was in the kitchen, I turned off the video game; clearly he’d played a lot, and I didn’t like being the one fighting to keep up. He’d probably been laughing at me all along. I rolled my eyes. And there I was, gloating.
    “You’re like a goddamned chess player,” I said when he handed me my beer.
    “Where did that come from?”
    “Oh, good, question number one.” I drained half a beer while I waited for him to retract the question, but he didn’t. He had nine more questions; he could afford to squander one.
    He merely tilted his head back and finished his beer. “I’m waiting.” He picked up a fresh beer, and I counted the bottles. Six.  
    Damn. I was drinking faster than he was. “It’s obvious why I said you’re a chess player. You set me up, and I didn’t even see it