“And anyone who spends the night with me isn’t walking home either.” “Why? Because you’re so good, they can’t walk once you’re finished with them? Disappointing, Hawthorne.” She shakes her head and gives me a blank stare. “If that’s the kind of line you’re using on women, I find that very hard to believe.” “That wasn’t a line,” I say with a smirk. “I meant that I always pay for a cab home for them as a bare minimum, as any gentleman should. But.” I lean in and bump my arm against hers. “Interesting that your mind went there.” A blush creeps up her neck. “My mind didn’t go anywhere.” “Sure
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