If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.
Patricia BriggsHe stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. โYou need to be more careful,โ he growled. โKeep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.โ I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, โThe last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.โ โI have no doubt about it.โ His voice was more satisfied then contrite.
Patricia BriggsBran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.
Patricia BriggsSee you tomorrow,โ he said, instead. โAll right.โ Then, impulsively, I asked, โDo you have a place to sleep tonight?โ โSure,โ he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be. I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I donโt know why it works that way, but it doesโat least in my experience.
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