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can set the table if you want.”
    “Sure thing.” Bumping him with her hip, she grinned and said, “A proper place setting is one of the things I learned in the school that Jackson sent me to. But I’m guessing you’re more into informality, right?”
    “Casual works for me.” After first meeting Arizona, he’d tried to look up her background but found very little. He assumed Jackson was responsible for keeping her off the grid; it was how that elite trio worked. The less info out there, the better they liked it.
    It fascinated Spencer, watching Arizona move around his kitchen, seeing her go on tiptoe to reach into cabinets. She’d again left her sneakers by the front door, and her bare feet were narrow, cute. Slender hands, small wrists.
    So fundamentally female—but such a live wire and always unpredictable.
    Hoping to sound cavalier, he said, “Tell me about the school.”
    With no sign of offense, she said, “It was this exclusive all-girl finishing school. Real hoity-toity.” She flashed him another grin. “Not exactly my speed, but Jackson paid through the nose, so they were always nice.”
    Spencer stared at her. Good God, they still had those? “You’re serious?”
    “Sure.” Carrying two plates to the table, Arizona said, “I mean, no one looking for me would have thought to find me there, right?”
    “I can’t imagine finding any young lady there.” But Arizona? In a structured routine meant to stuff societal rules down her throat? “What was it like?”
    “Just an education, and a few classes on things like—” She swept her hand over the table. “Etiquette. Not that this setting really counts, but you get my drift.”
    “You went along with that?”
    “Why not? The idea was sort of twofold. I figured I could learn how to blend in, and though he didn’t say it, Jackson figured he’d have me locked down and out of trouble.” She shook her head with some fond memory. “Jackson can be a real card.”
    Jackson had his sympathy. Teasing, Spencer asked, “Were you getting into trouble even then?”
    She paused, made a face. “I think mostly he wanted me out of his apartment because I came on to him.”
    Flattened, Spencer stood there, mute.
    Arizona glanced at him. “Dumb, huh?”
    “I never…” He shook himself. “You…?”
    “Snap out of it, Spence. Sheesh, I didn’t expect you to get all tongue-tied over sex.”
    “Sex?” Had she slept with Jackson then? A red haze gathered in his vision. That son of a—
    “Keep up, will you?” She rolled her eyes. “I offered, Jackson refused, and then he was different. Maybe uncomfortable. How should I know?”
    “He refused?”
    Sighing, a little dreamy, Arizona said softly, “Yeah, he did.”
    Suddenly he understood. “You thought to repay him, didn’t you?”
    “No. Well…maybe.” She made a face. “Something like that, I guess. But Jackson had this heart-to-heart with me, and he was…kind.”
    So kind that he’d packed her off to a stuffy school where she wouldn’t fit in? “Yeah, he’s a prince.”
    “I know.” Still wearing that small smile, she said, “I suggested going to a school, but I didn’t expect that school. I just wanted to not be dumb, you know? But we talked about it, and I liked the idea.” She flashed him a look. “I had no idea it’d cost so much, though.”
    “Jackson paid for it all?”
    “Yeah. Insane, huh?” Going back to the cabinets for tableware, she said, “The way that guy blows money—”
    “Think of it as an investment in your future.” If he hadn’t met Jackson, if he didn’t know him as an honorable man in love with a different woman, Spencer might have been a little jealous. Not that he had the right. Not that he even wanted to think along those lines.
    But knowing that Arizona had once offered herself to the other man, he couldn’t deny the twinge of resentment. Jackson had done the right thing in turning her down.
    And when the time came, he would do the right thing,