Her body language provided an air of shame. Those words struck. Sucked the oxygen out of her, out of the room; words failed. Weak, she...

That line, a hook and a sinker. His words like a wrecking ball had come back at her like an old London Underground turnstile, smacked her...

But he said nothing more. This wasn't one of their silly teases, where if he waited long enough, she'd take the bait, hang herself. And...