"I have nothing to say," she said in a tight little voice. "If you have, I wish you would just say it and get it over with. I'm sure we both have other things to do this afternoon." Alex's hands grasped her by the shoulders and turned her bodily around to face him. Up close, his face wasn't expressionless at all. The expression on display appeared to be intense irritation. "Damn it, Penelope," he said harshly. "Don't play games. Do you?" "Do I ?" Alex just looked at her. He didn't need to say anything. Just the look was enough. Penelope jerked her head back defiantly. "What is it to you?" Alex choked on an incredulous laugh. "Don't you know by now?" he demanded. "If you don't, you're the only one who doesn't." "Now who's playing games?" shot back Penelope, but it came out decidedly less vigorous than she had intended it. Alex met her gaze without hesitation. "No games," he said. "No evasions. If you don't know by now that I have a severe case of being-in-love with you, you're the only damn one in the compound."