“You’re thinking the term ‘ravishing beauty’ doesn’t gel with your blistering machismo, am I right?” “I mean, I guess it’s flattering.” He sounds disturbed. I stifle a laugh, trying to play serious. “Except?” “Except it makes me sound like a debutante in a regency romance novel.” It’s my turn to be disturbed. “How the hell do you know what a regency romance novel is?” “I have eclectic taste in literature.” Incredulous, I rear up onto an elbow and stare at him. He’s smiling at me lazily, looking smug. I say flatly, “You read romance.” He pretends innocence, widening his eyes. “Why? Is that not
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