Casting her gaze away from Fred, Verity resisted the urge to somehow squeeze past him and run away. "I'm not playing at anything," she murmured, a sick flash of embarrassment twisting through her stomach. "Maybe I fancy you," she managed after a moment, lifting her chin and trying to act nonchalant even though her heart was racing.
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