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“True. Which is why I’m standing here. But if I wasn’t, would you try to leave?”
“You also have my hand. Which is kind of unnecessary with you standing in front of the door.”
“Figure it’s added security against you trying to leave.”
“You know you can’t just hold on to me. And Grady can’t just lock me up! That’s not legal.”
“Never been much to worry over what’s legal, Spitfire.”
“I’m not sure I like that nickname.”
“You like it.”
Shoot. She did. And Effie didn’t think trying to deny it was going to help matters.
Suddenly, he moved toward the couch. And she had no choice but to go with him since he still had a hold of her hand. He sat and she stared down at him. It should have put her in a position of power, considering that she was standing and he was sitting. But he was so big that even sitting she wasn’t that much taller than him.
“I didn’t know it was possible to get muscles that big,” she muttered.
“Do you always say what you’re thinking?”
“I’m trying to do that less.”
“Why?”
“It tends to get me in trouble.”
He eyed her. “And when you get into trouble, who gets you out?”
“I do.” She straightened her shoulders and her back gave another twinge. Nausea rolled in her stomach.
Great. She needed to get home and grab a heat pack as well as take some stronger painkillers.
“Got no man, then?”
“What makes you think that?” she asked.
“Well, if you do, he’s a shit man.”
“What? Why would you think he was a shit man!”
You don’t even have a man. So why are you trying to defend him?
“So there is a man? Doesn’t matter. He won’t be around for long.”
“Are you threatening my man?” she asked, alarmed.
“He’s not much of a man if he lets you get into trouble. He’s even less of a man if he doesn’t help you get out of that trouble.”
“I can take care of myself.” Wow, he was sexist, wasn’t he?
“Yeah, I don’t think you can, considering you just got yourself locked into an office at a strip club.”
She swallowed heavily. “Are you saying I’m in trouble?”
“Not the sort of trouble you’re thinking about,” he soothed. “The sort of trouble where I don’t like being lied to or listening to you put yourself down or knowing that you’re with a shit man. That’s the sort of trouble you’re in.”
“I don’t know you.”
