"Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra." I smiled. Slow. Mean. The kind that never reaches my eyes. "You don't get to tell me what to call you," I said. "You're whatever the fuck I call you." She stared at me like I was dangerous. Good. I leaned back, relaxed, watching the way her hands shook just a little. "Relax," I added. "If I wanted to catch you, you'd already be caught." Then I chuckled, low and amused. "But where's the fun in that?"