The corner of Calder's mouth curls up in that charming little half smile of his. He spreads his arms wide.

"Make your guess," he says, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "I'll be waiting."

"How do I know you won't change your answer if I guess correctly?"

"You can trust me," he insists.

I'm not sure I can, but this is going too well for me to want to pick a fight. He seems to be enjoying our little game, and I mean to play him for all he's ...