Fangirl Down

Even if he wouldn’t mind a good, long taste of her. Just one, to appease his curiosity.

He definitely wouldn’t have to worry that she had some secret plan to make a rich, devoted husband out of him.

And how he liked that image a little too much.

Josephine.

His other reason for distracting himself with exercise.

Your impenetrable darkness just comes naturally.”

“Sort of like your brightness.”

“It sounds like you’re speaking from experience, Whitaker. Exactly how many women have you sent to therapy?”

“No idea.”

I’m not being seen on national television with a guy who looks like he just survived six months in the Amazon.

“What now? A kidney?”

“Maybe later,”

“Then leave.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

He didn’t move an inch.

“Are we really pointing out each other’s flaws, because I don’t think you have that kind of time on your hands.”