““You were wearing your hair up like that the day we left for Harbor Springs," he said, his deep voice pitched seductively low. "I like it." "In that case," Lauren said lightly, "I'll start wearing it down." He grinned. "So that's the way we're going to play it,is it?" "Play what?" "This little game we started yesterday." "I am not playing your game," she said with quiet firmness. "I do not want the prize.””
