“I beg to differ.”
She beamed me a breathtaking smile, equal parts adorably cute and wickedly evil. Lethal combination. “I love it when you beg.”
I had every intention of engaging in our usual quick draw banter. However, it simply wasn’t going to happen. Not anytime soon anyway. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Twice. It wouldn’t budge. Shit, I couldn’t even see straight anymore.
“Don’t you dare get emotional, jerk. You’ll make me cry.”
“Don’t you dare cry, woman,” I growled back. “You’ll make me lose my mind.”
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