“You’re exactly the type of guy I usually go for. Dark and brooding, averse to commitment. Emotionally unavailable but probably an animal in bed. And down to a man, they always want exactly what I want. But apparently not you.” “Guess not.” “What do you want?” Audrey. I wanted Audrey. Damn it. No, I didn’t. “To be left alone.” “I really want to ask who hurt you but I doubt you’ll tell me.” “What are you, a therapist?” “Actually, yes.”
