“The subject of your desire?” Rhyland braced an elbow on the windowsill. “What. Is. She. Doing?” “What you should be doing.” He grabbed a cherry tomato from a nearby bowl, popping it in his mouth. “Working.” “She’s making a spectacle of herself. Look at her.” One of the businessmen sat back and clapped. Like she was a circus monkey. A dark flame kindled in my chest, urging me to dismember him like a lobster. Rhyland shoved his head in the wide slit of the window, scratching his golden stubble. “I’m seeing a woman so lovable she just got tipped four Benjamins and refused to part ways with them
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