“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re terrifying.” She chuckles. “I know.” I subtly try to shift my chair away from her desk. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Because you’ve got a big, squishy heart in there, you grumpy asshole.” “I do not.” “Yes, you do.” “No, I don’t,” I say again. Christ. “I just don’t want to drag an unwilling woman into some weird love competition. I’d say that’s baseline decency.” Maggie rolls her eyes. “Noted. There will be no dragging involved.” Her calculating eyes watch me twitch around in my seat. I feel like a bug pinned beneath a microscope. “I think it’s sweet you’re
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