“I guess I am sort of hungry …”
Cooper chuckles. “You’re difficult, aren’t you?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not all. Good things don’t usually come easy. And I love a challenge.”
A flutter grows deep in my belly. I consider arguing with him for a second, telling him I’m not a challenge for him to conquer. But instead, I relax into the seat, deciding to enjoy the wind in my hair and the beautiful man sitting next to me.
“So you work at Mile High?” I ask, breaking a comfortable silence.
“No.” His response is fast, almost as if the notion insults him.
“You just hang around there in a business suit and drop in to play cards sometimes?” I say, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
“Something like that.” The corner of his mouth twitches up, but he tries to hide his amusement.
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