He didn’t know why the hell he cared. Why he’d bothered. Even from the start. Even after she’d kneed him in the balls that one afternoon at her father’s house. Even as she said, “I’ve made my thoughts clear enough on what I want from you.” He’d never met someone able to imply so much in so few words, in placing so much emphasis on you as to make it an outright insult.

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