Okay, no argument, it’s all ego and crippled masculine pride, but God it burns! I pulled my shit together and dropped back into my Sam Spade, private eye, mode. I will say the word “now. 689XV PROCESS . It was a nasty, unhappy day, and I was going to jail.
There'd even been a faint possibility that the silver could have lost her the use of her arm. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, and sagged a little against Asher. I did want him, I'd wanted him the way a woman wants a man for a long time. He couldn’t.
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