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I Didn't Realize When I Brought Him Back Here That You'd Inflict More Damage." I Said, Once I'd Finished The Story. "i Was Defending Your Honor." Adrian Gave Me That Devil-may-care Smile That Always Managed To Both Infuriate And Captivate Me. "pretty Manly, Huh?

Rose,” He Said, Forcibly Trying To Keep A Serious Tone, “i Can Think Of Many Words To Describe You, Sexy And Hot Being At The Top Of The List. You Know What’s Not On The List? Sane.

Hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It’s Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.” “that’s True,” I Said. “maybe I Can Put A Sign Out Front That Says, ‘attention All Girls: Free Help Here.’” “‘attention All Hot Girls,’” He Corrected, Straightening Up. “right,” I Said, Trying Not To Roll My Eyes. “that’s An Important Distinction.” He Pointed At Me With The Pool Stick. “speaking Of Hot, I Like That Uniform.” This Time, I Did Roll My Eyes.

Oh," He Said, Knocking A Red Ball Into A Hole. "it's You." "you Were Expecting Someone Else?" I Asked. "am I Interrupting Your Social Calender?" I Made A Big Show Of Glancing Around The Empty Room. "i Don't Want To Keep You From The Mob Of Fans Beating Down Your Door." "hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It's Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.

I Had An Accident." "that Seemes To Happen A Lot." "it Wasn't My Fault." "it Never Is." "i Just Have Bad Luck." "or You're Just Trouble." "you Got A Problem With That?" "no Problem At All." "oh My God! Are You Going To Help Or Not?