“Look, Osborne,” he said. “Are you just hunting for someone to fight? Because if you are, if drinking brings out all your cute belligerence, take the gloves with you and go set up the ropes right down in your own little den.” The truth was that his coldness was a defense. He knew that. She was spoiled and willful and … something else, he didn’t quite want to think about. He didn’t like her. And yet, in spite of this, if he didn’t watch himself, he was going to get involved with her. My God, he didn’t have the stone’s resistance to a magnet. But if he got involved with her it would be a
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