Sitting up in bed, Titania stared at her screen. Maybe she should let it go to voicemail. But what if he was calling to tell her this was all just a joke? She snorted. Delusional. Still, she decided to answer. “Tell me you’ve come to your senses.” “I heard Hopper told you he’d print pictures of Ian MacNiven if you could get them.” She stilled. “So?” “You’ll never get MacNiven to agree,” Cole said in a reasonable voice. “Really?” She pictured him standing in front of her. She also pictured a large kitchen knife in her hand. “This can all be over if you just say yes to me, Titania.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. What if she went out with him a few times? He’d lose interest—he always did—and then she could get on with her life. She’d have her career and a new flat¸ all at the meager price of enduring his company for a bit.