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Reuben looked up from his task and she could see his white teeth. “I don’t flirt, sugar. I don’t need to.”

“Then I don’t get it. Why all the concern? You said yourself this game is about everyone for themselves.”

“It is. Or at least it will be after we get a few others to drop out. But for now I need you.”

“And when you’re done needing me?” she asked.

“I’ll break you like a bad habit.” His smile grew wider even as he took her injured hand and began to wrap it up, this time in the white shirt.

“Good to know,” she muttered.

“I play to win.”

Talia lifted her chin, instinctively reacting to the challenge in his tone. “So do I.”