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Tye told me after Old Chicago. He's a lot more profound than I am. 'Course most people are more profound than me, when you come down to it."
"Don't sell yourself too short."
"Sure, sure." She waved one hand in a dismissive gesture, and he shook his head with what might have been the first completely open smile she'd ever seen from him. It transformed his usual, detached expression into something totally different, and she cocked her head.
"Look," she said, feeling a returning edge of awkwardness but refusing to let it deter her, "this may not be any of my business. But why is it that you, well . . . keep to yourself so much?"
"I don't," he said, instantly, smile disappearing, and it was her turn to shake her head.
"Oh, yes, you do. And I'm beginning to realize I was even slower than usual not to realize it isn't for the reasons I thought it was."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said stiffly.
"I'm talking about the fact that it isn't because you think you're so much better than everyone else, after all."
"Because I think what?" He stared at her in such obvious consternation she had to chuckle.
"Well, that was my first thought. And I can be kind u