“Don’t,” I begged, voice cracking a bit. That only pissed me off, and I blew out a frustrated breath. “I’m serious when I say he didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. But if you go acting like a big tough guy with a savior complex, you’re going to make it a lot worse.” He spun to face me. “He can’t be worse if he’s not fucking breathing.” I sucked my teeth, letting my hands fall against my thigh with a slap. “You sound like an absolute brute right now.” I left out that it was annoyingly hot as hell. “Your ex-husband bruised you,” he pointed out, slowly and with punctuation like I was ignorant. “I am
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