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“You make this so hard," I muttered.
"Make what hard?"
Irritated and charmed, and annoyed because I was charmed, I glared at him. "Not liking you," I admitted.
Zayne's lips tipped up and a wide, beautiful smile appeared, stealing my breath again.
My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. "I don't know why you're smiling."
"Maybe because..." He rose, extending his hand toward me. "Maybe because I'm not trying to make it easy, Trin.”