He made himself laugh. “Okay, okay, I can hear myself rambling now. FYI, if I’m talking and you need to say something, just smack me, and tell me to shut up.” I pressed my fingers to my lips. “I don’t think I’ll smack a former MMA fighter. Who knows what kind of knee-jerk fight-or-flight instincts you have?” “Ah-ha-ha! She’s got jokes!” Miles pulled up to a strip mall and cut the engine. “I knew there was a firecracker in there.” He jumped out and swiftly opened my door. “Come on, you adorably sarcastic pyromaniac. I’m starving and I talk less when food is in my mouth. Not a lot less, but
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