“What?” he huffed out defensively. “I can’t help it if I’m friendly.” “Well, I’m not.” “Not what?” “Friendly.” “Ah, I don’t know about that.” He laughed. “Given a bit of time to get to know each other, I think we could be the best of friends.” “That will never happen,” I warned, glaring at him. “You’re a mad, posh bastard, with a personality that, quite frankly, unsettles the fuck out of me.” Switching off the stove, I grabbed two plates laden down with food, walked over to the nearby island, and set them down. “Meanwhile, I’m a short-tempered asshole, with neither the patience nor the
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