She slammed her hand on the table. Her beer wobbled. She caught it. "You are not seducing me back into this life."
He shifted away from her, his arms crossed. His expression didn't change. He hadn't even flinched at her outburst. Not even at her use of the word seduce, which she knew any shrink would have a field day with.
Had he predicted what she would do?
She stalked away from him. "You think I don't make a difference? What about the family whose house didn't burn down because I was here?"
"You can prevent many more houses from not burning down with us."