Such A Small Thing To Cause So

He Stepped Back With Exaggerated Courtesy. But When I Walked Past Him, He Swatted My Rump. Hard Enough To Sting. “you Need To Be More Careful,” He Growled. “keep Interfering In My Business And You Might Get Hurt.” I Said Sweetly As I Continued To Jesse's Room, “the Last Man Who Swatted Me Like That Is Rotting In His Grave.” “i Have No Doubt About It.” His Voice Was More Satisfied Then Contrite.

But You Can't Marry Someone To Fix Him, Even If You Love Them.

Mine" He Said. Adam's Eyes Narrowed. "i Don't Think So. She Is Mine." It Would Of Been Flattering,i Thought,except That At Least One Of Them Was Talking About Dinner And I Wasn't Certain About The Other.

Mine. He Was Mine, And Not Even Death Would Take Him From Me—not If I Could Help It.

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