“You hit Heather with a frying pan,” I remind her. She groans. “Am I never going to live that down? Of all my actions, that one was the most justifiable! She broke the girl code, and she knows it.” I point out, “You helped me kill Charlie.” “That was self-defense.” Tugging her closer, I add, “I bet, given half the chance, you’d castrate at least a dozen of the men in Forsyth,” and she frowns. “That’s not true.” “Yes, it is.” I lean down to kiss her, licking my way through the seam of her mouth. “And it wouldn’t be because you’re an Ashby, it’d be because they deserve it. This town doesn’t
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