“Anyway, I’m not hurt, so that right there should prove something,” she says before dragging her blue eyes over me. “You, however, are an absolute mess.” Glancing down, I only see a few minor scrapes and slices on my bare arms. “I’m good.” “You’re not good. You’re covered in dirt and sweat and blood.” “It’s really very normal for him, love,” Judd says, sidling up beside us. “Don’t call her love,” I growl. “Yeah, don’t call me love,” she snips, giving him a look of disgust that instantly makes me feel even better than good. Judd grins. “Wow. You two are made for each other.” “Of course we are,”
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